Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.

Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have

Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as

You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,

You may “have” sex— but those round sink—holes beneath the off—ramps, scabbed with whatever

It’s as if we’ve just been turned… in order to learn that the beetle we’ve caught and are now devouring is our elder brother

Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”

The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.

“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.

We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the

A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *

There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way

spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!

What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…