angry now, freshly written.

overcome with a sense that

a sense that anything
with hair on is not
really a BODY,

angry now

she threw the
ceiling away
from the floor:

space

to

speak.

paralysis, freshly written.

Your Ten Gentle Toes Always
(in my mouth?)

I stroke them once, twice through
your sock at the Cinema

dreamily; missing

You now.

Somebody fetch me
a recipe for


Breathing.

ReadingReadingReading.

polly the vampyre:::a trilogy