a rumpled pocket goddess. can't talk straight.
"THE TAIL! GRAB THE TAIL! BAG HER!!!" rush through every word to attain that last flickering thought, SHE IS GLORIOUS and yours, all yours.
wrestle this beast to the floor, she's green and scaly, she's fat and saturated, she's wiry and lame,
with a big mouth.
is it noon? is the sun yet beneath the waves? it left some light while slug-sliding down the sky. it can't take a thing back, nothing, it goes about its business without tone, without editting, the sun has no ellipses, why, it says nothing at all.
wrestle this beast to the floor, she's green and scaly, she's fat and saturated, she's wiry and lame,
with a big mouth.
is it noon? is the sun yet beneath the waves? it left some light while slug-sliding down the sky. it can't take a thing back, nothing, it goes about its business without tone, without editting, the sun has no ellipses, why, it says nothing at all.