string of drugs


a streamline of aching and passageways to the heart
between plectrum and mandible
between grace and opprobrium
between tumor and perforation
a string of drugs and narcotic resets

What I’m Reading:

“A regular asks her to stir her finger in his coffee, and she will
hear in him blue grass and a murder of crows,
hunger’s sickle sinking deep”

— Diamond Forde / “Rememory”

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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