city 139 After a star it's wrong to name a rabbit The mouth to hide from god invents the kiss
city 138 There are days nothing happens to Adam and there are days nothing happens to Eve. It doesn't take long to lose interest in the last thing known to have used god as bait. Touch is the bird of nowhere. The outside can't survive outside.
city 137 Spotless you in the dream you'll use to shorten your later dreams. Loneliness as it describes each thing in one word. Child whose skin is never older than its first food memory. No tools in the angel's cave.
city 136 a bitemark goes from one sea-thing to another someone hates your body & a toothache makes one limp
city 135 Of a ghost that can dream I can only dream. Eyesight was god's weakest bone.
city 133 I am less than a mile old when I have all the time in the world to miss nothing * city 134 Is mom movie rain or real real snow
city 132 A snake looks a thing stuck with ending its life. There are no snakes here but you can lose your appetite in the wind. Also sleep stops breathing.
city 131 Reincarnation came close, but God has yet to experience loss. This is where human pain was born. If there is a tree made from the nights I look my children awake, eat what you want. Hide anywhere. We only see you when you swim.
city 130 One parent is grief and one is touch. Years pass without a thunderstorm being put to sleep. A son moves into his body to bathe. He scratches his own arm and tries to look at his eyes. His thumbs hurt and we tell him a picture has just been snapped inside the closest museum of the suddenly sick. Because there is only a second time for everything, I thought you knew we were here. Touch is teaching hand the history of again. It's grief's turn to be grief.


