Monday, March 28, 2016

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.

Monday, March 21, 2016

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 cellular 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//

Sunday, March 20, 2016

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—

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

//

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