“Toffee, these are my friends.”
That perm was a candle, an electrical abortion-- at once unfolding like the nerves of a rose and forming the epicenter of a Szechuan garden. We eyed it, the color of overlapping colors, as it went utterly
Delphic.
We all know:
we are telling you that we do not like your inverted pyramid.
We know this all

from footage foraged.

The basilisk’s vision causes death because of what can’t be seen: we forget our eyes’ radiance, that they are two-way mirrors, that I am always bifocally yours.

Omarosa— looser— loser— that relationship ended quickly.
Why?
I don’t dare be her fiancé: wWe’re in the trenches together to avoid fixing a gender blackout. l'm holding back, open to being a stupid squirrel, and I see the makings of what she did to me drunk on the dime.
The room must have been dissolving into braided rivers again and again. Maybe, while saving the cute kid from fire, from day-to-day gutters,. Maybe, you lose her?
In my experience, it's always worth waiting for Omɞ.

We’ve been here before, trucking through a gut-deep gratification. My primary concern at present, any time now, while you forget just what to say that I don’t wonder at, is really that what I needed to get taken care of won’t prevent any confusion, concern, secret mess, hurtful or snarky trouble, etc. We potentially are where things stand— one tucked in the other, messing with being but without leaving it open. I appreciate that, and I apologize, just waiting to cut it out.

or, both(for andi)

I got tangled up in backbiting remarks insinuating that treachery still subsists here among the mechanics. To be fair, our higher diction died in the nineties. It’s comforting somehow that as it became more finite, it became more disappointing. I thought the penalties I'd designed would handle our syntax accordingly, would drive questing into delay, shifting the orientation to show possession, something like a patient battle with removal. But I was popped in response.

Last week, while talking through our mics, we found it again, captured in our suffering.

Before I respond, before I potentially resect it, I remit your apostrophes to the historical present. May we no longer be bubbled by the physicians of the murdered or the antibiotic hue and cry of white women’s experience.

Monkey buys
modestly-sized
juice box from vending machine. He looks cute
this way—his physique.
Pivot, then release: see how the track changes?! 
Never too many thanks to all the moms that was
my second mom to me, because, 
well,
fucking people can be so peopley.

You are cunning & monstrously confident: yes, you will likely succeed.

-Cool, man—were you working in the Valley?
-No, at an AIDS service organization. And before that, I cleaned the public spaces of apartment buildings and condos.

If she’s not thriving, at least she’s enduring. It’s the scale that makes this horrific.

This one’s undeveloped. But, what insights would’ve been gained from staying ninety minutes more? And so, here we have reached the place where If you were stranded on a desert island, what would you… becomes Please just strand us on a damned desert island.

We didn’t see or hear anything—except beauty. On that day, we did not experience anything out of the ordinary. I felt much better after I complained.

For Andrew

What does unisex mean? I ask because, at least hereabouts, red cabbage is far from red.

Who’s a naughty boy?

A fan sent me a copy of a copy of a copy, taped off TV: it’s Derek McCormack, who is an alcoholic, talking about tits’ intricacy and the bangs of freight-hopping. “This hat isn’t just for show,” he insists, “You can’t do beauty to the end of everything, see-- just to salvage the small errors of this verb’s age. Enjoy.”

Hogtied and burping up conviction, I no longer recognize the harm of my own observation of so many shitty movies on Netflix. Instead, I find out more and more how to SPEAK WITH FAUX AUTHORITY ALWAYS.

The dangers of a sloppy doctrine turned a "Hard-faring race" into a "Hard-farting race.” To this end, God may have wreaked some retribution, some revenge, some punishment. Or, maybe the whole shebang just defaulted into a dumb counter-hegemonic pissing match.

Considering the implementation of a silicone implants or six pack abs only policy—no Bruce Vilanch, no Septimus Smith— I finally admit that we’re getting very late Roman Empire here. The whole place is an AstroTurfed gymnasium; we might as well be building a monument to our own nausea.

Then, I recall having long believed that here, in 1979, I was the cause of an actual fight between two boys who both chose me.

You fool! That ribbon was minimized eons ago. You can’t access the file—it’s missing.

I recall feeling slightly proud but disturbed by that, that though I cannot see that world, or hear it, yet I am of it. I know that looks like a bit of poolside hocus pocus sort of thing, but in truth actually it’s not. But we know it’s not. Because these kinds of sums appear in physics, and in physics, we don’t get Instagram answers. The wherewithall: here, I can imagine it. Helen Hayes, Helen Churchill Candee, Helen Taft, Helvitica, Helen Carter, Helen Suzman, Helen Hunt, Geschichte des Hellenismus, Hellas Montes

Like so many Herbs and Fruits which I do not remember, this has been the best semester, and I missed most of it.

{such as could not be resifted were really confused.}
You okay? Sometimes, sometimes. Busy work? Sometimes.

This must be my day for compliments. But not from everyone. While this incident is tragic and unfortunate, I’m not to blame, for all poetry lives a hermit lifestyle and does not communicate with family or anyone else. To manage such a realization, the dog, like a tiny Renoir, went into the fire of its own accord. If this doesn’t make you uncomfortable, well, you’re not looking at it right.