Marble cake smeared in bats
A basic corn
Tender Butt
Bark more jewelry
People sewering me
You’re going to end up collagen
I room full of nodes
Take my land
I’ll take you going to your own fish cannery
Rumor floor
Freezing a side of your golden
I took a children swipe
Desserts, a photographic
Taken here, it’s a goat taken back
The mirror’s load
It’s not like he hears a goat
The fear of getting heard
I membered you that night
Tiny for the moon, tubes
I can’t chug you
Underneath my bread
Develop a tear
A photograph of Lex
Quiet knife, ripe
Boot for my fronts
Where the bridge and the trees
stood and known your hand
The grass grew a pipe
The spray blew a pie
