everything abstract the numbers concrete and growing up from cracks in purple, lips, light a seed a horizontal bloom immediately, then nothing abstract, even abstraction…

james murphy sits / on jersey sheets / slices stars / tinkers w horizontal bars / in the dark / revives wordless weirdo kids /…

skinny arms so tired sundaytimes spread across the tablekenny clark barely ascendantover the twitching din of carsi sense that love has passed not chasing the…

page after page plateafter plate it is obviousto one willing to studythere are no straight lines. young queen victoriatightens her pelvic muscleswith temperate purpose eliminates…

i must be unafraidnoti must be bravea handwritten list, graphite experiencesdry sketches, without love and attention will i dismiss their power? panicked gasps pass my…

i trust that sandsettles where it mustand waves will lureshells and lustback into the sea.

Hips.Lips.I’m Lost.Here.It can’t Last. Lips.I’m Lost.Here.It can’t Last.Hips. I’m Lost.Here.It can’t Last.Hips.Lips. Here.It can’t Last.Hips.Lips.I’m Lost. It can’t Last.Hips.Lips.I’m Lost.Here.

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