On the face of a brick I search the minuscule maps
tethering each chip and indentation to my failed recognition
it's hard to see it, but once in a while, the pollen sleezes it's way in
and a mother is no different than the cocksucker on aurora
What is there to say about fitness?
Tiny trucks of tiny frozen hamburgers.
What is there to say about the times you weren't there?
Tiny trucks of tiny frozen hamburglers.
There's only so many inches between you, and the place that I left you
but those inches have their own limbs, and get up and dance every moment they can
"we're going to die young" screeches air waves between the tea shelves,
this is one of those dancing times
Eric is a regular here. His body is thin, almost frail until you notice it's just skin, muscle, and bone. Toned from the sun and sleeping in the park. Eric collects stuffed animals. Eric saw a raccoon last night, two big ones and a baby. But you want to know the weird thing? The baby one didn't look like a raccoon, he can't be sure what it was. It was cute, but the body didn't look like a raccoon at all. Eh he eh.
Chocolate Jesus