I can obey all of your rules. Without exception
sunrise gets boring. Pouring? Pooring?
What I have is what I've written down and
I will never be able to do this without you.
It sounds crazy, give me your ear
for a moment. You can keep it.
Necklaces made of absolute horrocity.
And golden like teeth well hammered and studded.
Acknowledge that I exist! Or do not.
You are out of reach. It is a hike
I am prepared to make. The fourth dialect.
Mixes with the second.
New language, come forth! I summon thee
and wave my hands and nothing happens
without presence. Without presence,
nothing happens. Can I motivate you to press.
Are you pressing yet? Has summer eaten you yet.
I wave my hands and try to make hurricanes.
If a butterfly, then so should I be able.
No.
I've been turning over what to do
with your cheeks after they are freed from their bones.
Sautee'? I would love to flip them in a wok with fire
licking up the sides. Like the commercials.
Slow cook the nose until
it is jelly and half water stock for later.
Ox tail exists all along your spine. Beef.
Not a boning knife. A good cleaver
to liberate your tastes.
