01.07.25
Clinic Valmont
the disposable pulp commodes
moving through the world
unmelted your speech
look here is my real voice it is
with Soft Edges, Glowing Lids
every Angel is terrifying & yet
into small window bars
the eternal humiliant
rising up in the multi-night
music of an empty room
where the bad blood echoes
things fall out of your mouth
& we laugh like tubes
orchestrated gantry stunts,
the banners, the Santa outfits,
the nooses, the desperate measures?
the din broken light the circumference
halves me & the frigid lips of my heart
into quiet breaking a sacred bond
declines to annihilate
& you say every angel is terrifying!
