Is Stepped Forever?
trash lightning, bottled gulps, with the blood tattoo
there she rises. Jorie mapped out sand languages,
I brought my purple antlers velvets to school.
wheres the sinister I asked for in pork? is it white, but unbleached. the grid is loving,
I stored basements for lithium. and the grid is contours as well. kid spins globe.
globe features color. color wraps skin. these prospects are obscene and
docile. like waffles. syrup for waffles. it touches me for life, the stones breath like
spires, and the spires keep digging, mirrors for touches me for life. will you
step into the trash? drink the lightning, and pour it for waffles?
one vase is filled with cool grapes, the other
has a new mother. for you. with mother loveness. Im birthing my mother and skipping vase.
a basic collection. mothers. wine bottles for suctions. suckles pewter from new mother love, sculpts
cedar from the mouth. if i had cedar skin people would respect me. like a dove. doves mind. doves
have my new cool grapes for lightness. glazed in crinoline. stay hope within. stay hope like calla
lilies, domestic. if I entered into a mosaic room, everything in mosaic, and had my cedar skin, could I
peel
and cook a hammock? would dog angels breath into my lips? my wood grows soft and burnt. my
wooden doves
all for the windless cavern. mosaic. new mother loveness. pricked as stamen could. I feel passion
for scarves and build my cavern. cedar skin rash. cedar skin molt. cedar skin sapling. a lover, more wood,
is damaged and hollow for lack of doves edge. appendix, orange mucus.
tell the fire it was hollow was it for me, and rotting.