only the meadowlark stands in, a hypothesis for the fact we sinned
It is necessary to know an evolving bodily field, to know the movement of the body sideways and back…
if there is a country of black hills how can I crack open my sternum to show the engine inside
I do not succeed until I read my glowing palm.
Go on Tuesdays and gamble just because. Start at two bucks a race. Make impossible bets.
I am/ In the bathwater, nobody’s epiphany,/ No wrinkled psalm.
without the fear of being pushed you stand on the slate painted yellow/screaming around the corner the train turns into a magnet and you a spoon/
the button of his choosing fitted with infinitesimal mouths poised to call back curtains of chrysalis and wing