torn;  a failing feather in her handwriting  faintly hidden under the mirror secondhand smiles dribble down my chin convince, looking into her eyes is my…

there’s her handwriting  hidden faintly in the mirror. … i’m fat with second hand smiles the sun gliding across your pepperbright skin here on this coffeeshop…

there’s something to be written about self-awareness _____ i was smiling there on the coffee shop couch convincing _____ arm slung — casually, so casually, completely casually …

L’angelo del povero Ora che invade le oscurate mentiPiú aspra pietá del sangue e della terra,Ora che ci misura ad ogni palpitoIl silenzio di tante…

suddenly the sweetness of some fruit i can’t recall.  memory’s mouth models peanut butter, avocado spread thin onto toasted brown bread and the saccharine spear…

their horns clash and felted dung flung off in a chunk a forgotten sacrament  spills into soil. [for 44. palmate antlers by adam clemente]

they’re back onthe lightsand i want to speak to youabout the bathroom doorwithout mentioning the bathroombut between usyou & mei’m thinking about buying a new…

balancing youthagainst youth as the thing heatsgrinding his flintsinew tall & incisor lean lapping now, she’s a burnerdeath & a sweetoxidizing dreamcream ballistic, stop and frisk a billystick he bandies with…