the devil’s williwaw

10 Texture Related Moments in a Frou Frou Life

1. Wispy smoke tree fingers dying / story of Jesse.

2. Dry spotted witch alder leaves on my hand / apparitions in black.

3. Cold rasping breeze / the devil’s williwaw.

4. Siphons another hard breath / at the Catholic hospice.

5. Corrugated testicle skin / I’m a recombinant ingredient.

6. Vibrating electric paddles in my hand / at Dr. Sobrenada’s.

7. Eyes stinging and watery-warm / hanging myself from my family tree.

8. A smooth cold keyboard licentious in its untouched potential / effort combover.

9. Divot in my skull hot grease undulation / gritty goat-skin hair while suckling Zeus.

10. Scrims screens and screams / Halloween in Peripataea.

What I’m Reading:

Once I saw the city 
of God reflected 
in a freak shadow 
the sun cast. I 
thought life complete, 
tight, happiness.

— Peter Gizzi / “The Winter Sun Says Fight”

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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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