October 20, 2013

Cold Hands for Rent
Teeming and Persistent
Austere Comfort!

October 6, 2013

I've peeled away too much again—
Now blood pools at my lip
As quickly as I can dab away
Its taste on a paper towel frantically torn.

October 3, 2013

Coconut time off—
I'm juggling (random spin) a unicode egg,
Brassy toast.
Who's here?
What a break (fighting)
Whisk together, teach me
In the morning
To feel hunger again.
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