why does this wind blow away, the puzzle pieces are too fragile. And obviously we can consider, when they torture us with questions. The presupposition that she and I were made to go together, out to eat. Far less capital than using the address of someone I’d like to address.
still, they always shiver. Creep with something, make us remember. What was my fault of it, dear? Who’s assumption have I labeled?
is it better to ask than it is to know? They’re laughing outside my door. For first and second departure, helpless and bothered. The itch needs sainthood, calibers of fixed things to lift itself. The inflation dies, as if never being born. Crooked and use to the usual.