neurons are frayed

undesirable tendencies (redux)

a welfare check on my chickpeas
a moral bankruptcy pulls me
from a restraint on my stoop
a clue found in my miniature espresso

rasp—my neurons are frayed
while packing peanuts + PFAS dilute my membranes
thumb-actuated airguns are hard to beat

silt screws cut like symbols (or is it cymbals?)
weaned from reluctance + rigmarole merchants
it’s the threat of the enema that never threatens
that threatens incessantly

a glob of hornet + a flicker of worm
a channel for my undesirable tendencies
i eat the burglary of unmediated terms

What I’m Reading:

The whole Third Term Project isn’t actually about Trump. The people behind it know he will likely be dead or enfeebled by 2029. It is about them, the vastly unpopular group around Trump, wanting to grift us forever without elections.

— Timothy Snyder / Bluesky post 

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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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