Don’t star/t anything. Keep your _and
on a pencil the film will follow. Lift
your arms. French for the snack of water
from your reach into your bubbling brain.
Here is a limb-tangent. Get on the level.
Open your eyes – feeling. Corridor
the open shoe lace. Clip chips that peal
from your tennis indoors – those little squeaks.
Upright pain. Panda/Pandora – no matter.
We eat inside Jeff Koons’ bubble gum
rare eclipse. It’s a sensitivity
caused self protection. Don’t doubt it.
Don’t begin. Film ¾ of the custard colonised
door, no less. Cutlery tides, waterfall tricks. A
lover buys her lover clothes. They never fit.
Image: Corridor / Jenya Kushnir
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