Language ▪ Idols ▪ Mirrors ▪ Continuum
一 How are you?一 Sweaty and about to take a shower.一 Crush me like a bug, instead.一 If you could be shrunk to a bug size, I would definitely do it. Slowly. Letting you feel my sneaker sole on your whole body. And hear the sound of your cracking bones and squishy flesh.一 I could escape. How would you crush … Continue reading Crush me like a bug
Throw into my eye the orange light that will show meShow me the body’s daunting glory that will lower meLower me to the ground of my corpse’s evening timeTime whose lit up sky still like muscles straightStraight up and articulate like some ashura’s feet movingMoving neither fast nor slowly but on a white groundGround lightly … Continue reading Throw into my eye
I was alone on a shelf in an airportAnd as you stepped in I found your face comfortMe. In an instant I got a very sortOf heartbeat when you put your hand on my snort And you bought me in theCorridor shop indeed I was alone on a street in a cityAnd as you walked … Continue reading Airport Shelf
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