what is a throat fireflecked flesh bit by ash to oversmoked
cigarette what is air to a bullet the shotgun shack consumed
by moss to a child passing by on the road what is a road what is draft
to a bird to a cumulus breath to a spore the nevermind container a hungry
solution the harp isn’t blood cell traveling fjordal vein it’s cancer beautiful
bloom of rot to womb the lust you feel just now looking for something to burn