buzzer
nights unscrewed and judicious these creatures hung on the corners of eyelids each marking out,
all cratering stys and pigmented braille into specimen begging--"who could let an ever last for any? who won't scramble from what is terrific?"
why prayer is never phrased as a question. maybe i'm the thimble, or you'll be the red pie pieces, and the blue boards of televisions will clear, and breathe with blank faces on all of us here, each left wondering. except for ms scarlet. or female,
found clubbed on a riverbank, missing the bottom half of her face, and her eyes closed into two smiles because, well, she must know.
we must find a way to make her tell us. we will find an answer. it will be we who will smile. maybe hold something with our hands again, washing first, washing before any meal.
all cratering stys and pigmented braille into specimen begging--"who could let an ever last for any? who won't scramble from what is terrific?"
why prayer is never phrased as a question. maybe i'm the thimble, or you'll be the red pie pieces, and the blue boards of televisions will clear, and breathe with blank faces on all of us here, each left wondering. except for ms scarlet. or female,
found clubbed on a riverbank, missing the bottom half of her face, and her eyes closed into two smiles because, well, she must know.
we must find a way to make her tell us. we will find an answer. it will be we who will smile. maybe hold something with our hands again, washing first, washing before any meal.