all smug wound up so con so smug up
when saying all of this. know it all is what
you thought and i was right i did. because a word
doesn’t matter when there is tongue so hard word word
just. just try and make that sound the only thing giving it a real
making any purpose was that tongue that human son it
burns with human intent. a word reclines on a sofa like
a bunch of them built into the sky. a shez lounge. the
pretend a furniture. a word cannot pretense without
a tongue a human and when you confidence winds
you confident wound up like some kind of toy
wooden toy (sold ya) when you so smug so buns up
cocky you make with that tongue a click that clicks
kind of like a gun the click is not the pistol the click
is the human finger that makes the click the
dick the pistol ha ha ha in its neutrality is what goes off.
I am lonely for my life.
—Kathleen Fraser
