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.