>i always begin with i
keep off immortalize
slow hands in the dark
red eyes type a mouse
quivering mouth, i don’t
want to begin with, i
what is on your teeth?
where might i go today? i
know how to get there.
the shoes with the weathered stitch
i do not want to immortalize you, i
let the sand swallow you, the sand
must forget you, move on now, to where
yr new black hat round rolling rocks
underfoot whimpering glass from the sea
a nagging, louder, louder louder
second hand, Bach rising from the dark
the senses’ curtain falling into the bay
i crave, i crave, i
crawl, i demand i
immortalize only i