your perfidious mouth…


You dream
Your tongue is loosed
Upon that intractable wafer
Glued to the roof
Of your perfidious

This is Fall, at 3:58 p.m., on 10/15/2020. Jamaica Plain, MA. (15/31)

“No smoking in the torture chamber.”

— Samuel Beckett / Dream of Fair to Middling Women

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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