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Wednesday, 4 December 2019

grey flood flaring stillness dry cold would that a trout wiggle on my breath
the gritty sheen of virgin bread claw marks in the eye

Tuesday, 3 December 2019


anyway, she said they were flowers
the hunchback with a zebra t-shirt

Tuesday, 26 November 2019

from ear lobe to ear lobe a gate flung wide
leaving martyred boots to listen to a love call the unstable brain

the suggestion of an idea of her vague face disappears beneath a prayer

Monday, 25 November 2019

Sunday, 24 November 2019

Monday, 18 November 2019

in science class you learn about the human relationship to bread mold and go home and feel awkward looking at the loaf on the counter and under your breath mumble, bro, in a questioning way

Saturday, 16 November 2019

Friday, 15 November 2019


as such it doesn’t travel the ocean
unicorn hooves magic perfumes the cosmos