2018,2019,2020
from [ DIETS OF THE RESURRECTED ] These are my hands, spider’s yawn and blueless blue. A son’s belly cradles the crushed eye of god. Even in a glass, milk looks lost. * [ KITE ] even longing loses me * [ TAME ACHE ] soap carvings of birds pulled mostly from a son's thunderstorm... here and there a worm wrapped around a stone. all imagery is the same. if the food is in your mouth it's too late.
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