fingernail has purchase

obscurantist and mud heart

he presents alienation — charities, cleavages, chimeras and ramifications

her winger where the finch was showered and dubbed in the larch that cannot be read today

they receive a seminal matchbox in aubergine and reveries

his revoke and drink — a howler in antipodes upon maelstrom and waltzing matildas

her, artisan, she is subjected to grueling work decentering with white charts foregrounded

the coots, clergymen and ranchers their chips—with abrupt cults—from wide shots to close-ups

outside her winnow is where the fingernail has purchase

she never opens her mud heart — voiceovers dubbed in a deep listening she cannot read

it is wretched, noting that upon its remedy, there is nothing but accounting

and evacuated bomb shelters have the sharpest resonances

What I’m Reading:

“Where does California’s produce go?”
shoppers ask in supermarkets stocked
with Mexican avocados and Chinese garlic.

— Harryette Mullen / Urban Tumbleweed

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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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