into two as she was

 

he kisses me and I buy him fried rice and drinking water like a bhurmese ring bleeding into each other.

fort made mics

blend into a percussive exchange                      enumerative

nature is fine with the uglyover verse

I have eyes

 

you cant know rape

[its not made of glass voles

 

:: rape me I hate you try to kill me I dare you

better than bitters sex

 

trivia knows what that means

torn suffice too sexy     call me morning, surviving                     slave sexy

whats your thesis:

 

I’m nothing you don’t have to worry

 

horney milky wet honey

 

mallots pop out

watching herself in the reeds bunched    livers in the headdress of

(dancer elegies placed in summer

ripple platters

 

what are we left with after the violence on meaning, that red astrocyte. I let him come in me because the uncrushed airbrush is red singing