December 2, 2016 § Leave a comment


amygdala the nervous little shit


the dead animals all around me


a symphony of recorded hang-ups


the frog is a leak in the kitchen


nothing blooms precisely


it’s almost a French word


glimpse of a tuft of hair


the refrigerator turns off we hear traffic






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