the unit to use unless publications
are the printer you lose your motives
to pull not push the paper into the
spine of this inveterate invertebrate.
May May be my month for willing
June to look at this sliver of a moon,
stuck in my finger until I find a needle
and the tweezers to settle once for all.
I want to put mountains and fountains
together. Each manipulates water in a
way most pleasing to my I, that part of
me most willing to be pleased by decrees.
Another line, yes. I thought we might have
been at the end, but the subjunctive mosquito
took a liter from my left, my writing arm, and I
need to refill my wafer body with my inky blood.