Wreathed in dark Does the first feel like the second feel like the sixth? How have you come here? Twitching, writhing Upon the hearth of the endless How? How? How?
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Keys in Prose
Music made manifest within a right hand and a left foot. He sets his foot down upon the stop seeming to settle from one state to the next, begins to fiddle a melody with the right hand progressively more robustly accompanied by the left. It is as if this state was simply that which his…
Stagger up and split the dice in two Roll to you with eyes cast left away Gardens kept under ceilings of blasted glass The small of your back reels to Botecceli- fully clothed // Oysters and hives and sweat Signatures too, held up in the pen you’re surprised I keep Hear me now in haze…
Movement of the young
Harden under foot as it begins to smell like a home Not of familiarity But of cum and bone and light- I so often squint under the new sun // punctuated by another shifting, a year spaced by twin pairs of parallel rubbered scuffs and a ravenous housing market Laced walks with eyes cast down…