where among the vinyl and silver aisles do we make plans against who we are and will be? where in the divorces and birthrights do we slit our throats so generously? & if i was joking would it make this swallowing of horse-pills a little less violenT on the way down? if i was tangled up in headphone cords &NOTHINGELSE - would it be easy >> listening?
this is the foundation of mud made by a little girl in stilts. this is a frame guarded by the rusted nails from a dead woman's jaRS in the basement.
arrangements: conjugations according to plurals and SINGULARs/ alphabetical front-lines where i was to die at the mercy of a thousand trampling beats - guns THRUSted in the air.
disarray: in the promise of secrecy. eaten. a light pastry with tea.
