It ain’t right, but it’s my life
I’m your puppet.
The devils both play
. The human’s inside!
Sing the human’s song!
It has to carry its background.
I collect neglected venoms
. It is
I am walking here.
everything feels like shopping
. Who do you picture when I
say a name
? Expand expand expand until cells disperse across the galaxy.
A time before “real” time. Is today today?
All of this could be ruins. We all have our seasons. Am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?
The word knew and waited for me to catch up.
Love becomes necessity and dilemma.
Action gets reframed in language later.
You are always in my