we teach ourselves to crack without spilling over / the egg before it does not hatch
Nargis hits and we belch out thought and memory. / Overturned electric lines crackle with teeth.
the kind that stinks like shit & empties you. to say i can’t, for whatever reason, take this shit, but for days now have felt like i need to.
I eat paintings the way a woman eats bibles — in the back corners of used book stores, the cracked leather and faux gilt burn her