(a find for the losses)
it’s too early to be walkingandwriting,
but I seem to have lost my sexuality.
what isn’t hot isn’t getting hotter.
though if you strike a certain
gait whilst cellphoning in front of
Bush Liquor Produce Market
then, well...
I tried to slap sweat onto a
window but it only landed on my
Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup.
fatigue has gotten the best of me.
