Fin Sorrel writes

VIXX'S & VOICES

Weave the form

Obscuring the next house of breath

 

Perversions of the spirit spaces you call depths are being
systematically Angelica Cleansed

     Christ,          for     eleven days    hunted

                                     I go to the refrigerator to eat
                             something warm, but it is empty, and
                             I am full of air cells growing into
                             parts of my skeleton.
I am wearing a pair of my jealous knees / luscious
Wearing       oh,    jealous, jealous
titanium skulls/

         I purchase a ticket

A surveillance film on my clothes, in the moss Veranda

  

Flamingo Walk -- Bradley Theodore