Friday, January 26, 2018

A breach of manners can be a sentence. Or a fragment. There is urgency in ideas.


I live in an echo of a country.


In the interim we reached an agreement.
Sex would be redubbed genetic sleep deprivation.

I’ll admit this view is crazy as soft the sun

marshals over the property.

I should break my leasehold, ergo.
Not really, she said out 
loud, ahead of how I was supposed to know.

This was the first time.