She holds me in fog now,

her density, nourishment of pindrops

that coax open pores,
osmosis in skin.

Fertile cool pressure, air-heavy

suspension drawing coreward.

The cells of my lungs
recall the hot shower she

ran when constricted

I coughed with croup;
warm liquid air

in this fog, on this night

here she

is, I live.

potential experience 206 (I am afraid of witchcraft [no, I’m not afraid of anything!]): NAME REDACTED cripple and the starfish NAME REDACTED —Self-replicating little man dreams of Bogotá

she is with you in the fog

so let it soothe your joints, swell

your bones — respire her

& see the dogsbreath cloud

over their teeth that nuzzle,

clip hair in your silence,

air of despair but only ever

yours, at least that's special.

dad, take care of your body,

your sadness, feel it especially as you

do & leave it at feel. but thank

anything you can think of for this feeling,

you can’t shy from it or hide.

it’s you & she’s in your physiology—

two mutations toward one another,

exchange

like you’ll never know that again.
but thank whatever you

can think of for it, at all.  dad, i’ve seen people not feel;

i’ve seen people’s fathers not feel,

you did something right//

experiment 210: Infested: Lindane Conspiracy Pt. 1

o no! i am a tube

for information, a wormtoshit

thenews.

oops!

& it happens just

itch raw sometimes

& contam—

she marinated

hah

& i must choose a

person  & s/he

is

what

to me?

entryway,

financed the last

fucking one

of em.

oy,

wemade

(yousurvive)

this, i guess—

Hey Friend, If You Ever

come back,

stay out of Koreatown.

//

BEST TO PUSH OUT A
CONTAMINATED
FLOWER THAN NOTHING
& GLOW IN THE DARK
SPATTERING ATOMS
SHOTGUN TO CELLS
YES WE CAN DECAY
COVERED IN APHIDS
UNSTABLE & OLD

WOULD THAT MUTATION
WERE EVOLUTION