swift. nineteen ninety-nine stud
ying like a madman for tarts. atrophe.
could be just take a nephew. nap here.
blue like the color of your skin
which I truly adore it’s all veins and
the guy a little ways to my right who’s
stuck in time. our timing is always
right. mailing libraries. I wish I
were excited about it. excitement
lost the boat. we did? something left
over. like pizza and mahjongg I
hid behind the boxes and was
watching for the puppet. generally
twist your face into a sock. paint
it. don’t ever call me anymore. give
me your ankle. it’s darker now.
