the parts of me that try to preclude the parts of you…no one looks a way, we just go.
the times that ive asked thoughts be delayed, you just stood amidst and ignoring though your movement seemed slow
f the fort, im ditching these strains, unloading dock and all, tossing the net with seagull grains..moldy..told he UNBECOMING,
maps untiled, water that couldn’t reach. love that is unidentifiable on a contract of breech
characterizing what all needs said, placement over there but please not in my head
this can’t be effort..this is otherwise