if all you want is more,
you will devour the stars.
& all of your hungers
will stalk the vaulted corridors of your body.
to learn to love the small things of the world
is difficult.
Now the day heads towards the spirits
of the flies. & sleep is a meander
to retrieve other words for lover
or search out more seekers for coffins,
adventure, & adjacent verbs
A yellow exclamation mark floated over her head. I right-clicked, and after quickly scrolling through her nonsense about a brother killed by goblins, I received eight gold coins and 350 experience points. “Uh huh.” My girlfriend sighed over the phone.
I waxed a valenced enemy to ones like these, mawkish and mutant, I shot them
bodiless, a bunch of vapors in the cool. So it continued: new raptors, ghost bricks,
a face on four stems.
Check pieces of heart: little girls popcorn-
kernelling from your spoils. They’ll ask
to fashion a trellis from third & fourth
ribs on your left side (hey! listen!) a temple
to shapes you take: child – wolf – tree-mask.
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