time my eggs

Posted on October 27, 2022 by istsfor manity

Counterclockwise

I’m slightly fuzzy
but coiled.

I’m using tape loops
to time my eggs.

I’m softly focused
on passing time.

the world ricochets
counterclockwise

You gaze up from
underwater—

time untethered.

What I’m Reading:

“Something in the back of her head hurt. It was her new class consciousness.”

— Patricia Lockwood / No One Is Talking About This

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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