i cant/wont tell who carries hunger
the stomach a pale sack
poor receptacle of these kinds of thoughts
the mind, a traitor, may have something belonging to its snake eyes
a piece of string and some fuzz from the dust on a plastic tulip in either pocket
who can bring together our last fire?
meet us here tomorrow at 3:20.
– wear something funky.
– we are not happy in the theological sense
– we will be barefoot. do not look at our toes.