reign of imperfection

la niña is coming / a perfect possum of a viper in the same northernmost armchair driven by a similar detail to carcass the roadsters and traipsers of rehearsals / rocky, barren lands imperative / vivid green presses inured / a tent and a deeply enthographic personal molester of cisterns / reversions to dogleg cans in fair ballrooms and intoxicant subjectives / is this irreconcilable with logic and comprehension / only you can say

virago armfuls of carcinogens and millions of pounds of listeria riddled meats as your prize / the reign of imperfection to the nth degree / elements of magnitude in play/ the roadways soon barren / the larders soon empty / don’t be a stranger in the time of the corpses / here’s some balm for your tentacles / all best

What I’m Reading:

All that was necessary was a law degree and a uterus: a lethal combination.

— Margaret Atwood / The Testaments