I LOVE THE WAY MY FACE TASTES

I LOVE THE WAY MY FACE TASTES

WHEN IM WASHING IT….

THERE IS A LIT CANDLE IN MY BED.

IT IS ON FIRE.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO SHARE MY TONGUE SCRAPER?

I PROMISED THE WRINKLES UNDER MY EYES

A MOMENT

OF SOLITUDE.

OF DOLLS TO BROOD

AMONG

THE SCRAPING OF TONGUES;

APPRECIATED AS THEY WERE

I PERKED MY SENSES AT THE POSSIBLE NATURE OF HUMAN

REMEMBERANCE

REMEMBERANCE

IS A WORD THATS BEEN

FILTERING

FILTERING THROUGH

A LOT.

THERE IS MAJESTY IN OBSERVING MY CAT,

OLIVE IS HER NAME.

MY STOMACH IS FULL OF

ONE EGG

AND A

GENEROUS SERVING

OF

STEEL CUT OATS.

S.C.O.

I LOVE THESE WORDS WHEN PAIRED TOGETHER.

AND SEPARATELY

THEY EACH HOLD THEIR OWN

PARTICULAR CHARM

AS WELL.

BEFORE TYPING THE AFORMENTIONED SENTENCE

I HAD INTENDED

TO REMARK

ON THE UNREMARKABILITY

OF EACH OF THESE WORDS

STEEL

CUT

OATS

WHEN LEFT STANDING ALONE.

BUT THEN I REALIZED

I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS.

WHAT I DO BELIEVE IN

IS

THE POTENT MEDICINE

FOUND PRESENT

WITHIN AND WITHON

EACH ASSIMILATION OF LETTERS FORMING

WORDS.

BIRDS FLEW.

HEAVEN STEW

TASTED RIGHT GOOD.

BY BLOOD,

WE MADE A COVENANT

WITH GOD

A HORSE WAS SHOD

AND LED

AND TOLD

IN DIRECTIONS OF MEANING

”DO NOT EAT WHEN YOU ARE NOT HUNGRY”

AND ALL WILL BE REVEALED TO

YOU

IN GOOD TIME.