and did it frighten you that stench in the dark heart of the flower you pinned behind your ear and did your skull eat out through your beauty every…

  I want the slew of muscle, a less cerebral meeting place: no word but your male shout, the shirred unpublic face and honest skin crying to me, yes, the…

  lurching delicate as a snow queen down this street of greys unfocussed exactly enough to miss the businessmen goggling at my stocking deciding (as I twitch primly into the…

  I will go walking in Elwood with my mind as smooth as a marrow winking at the unruffled sky throwing its light down for free letting the gardens exude…