Listen. Blunt boxes trouble themselves with our future. The autonomy of broken skin wears its dominion in thick punches. To the face. Bottles to easy to lift. Find their way. To my lips. As empty as I know they always were. Working the calculus. In...

Parachutes without cords. The sky accelerating. The streets try to brake. Empty machines repel us forward. In a thoughtless discharge of energy. Warm bodies receive. The unexpected propulsion. But it's wasted on these idling bodies. I'm always...

Islands in her way. Turning on their axis. The arithmetic of naked spoiling her logic. Division has never been longer. Fractions never so small. As they are right now. In the belly of this sickly quest to recover from the diseases that make me whole....

In that me. In that when. I became her. The little girl. In the basement. Imaging there are windows where none exist. In the future we chose. In the past we were chosen by. Thousands of paths. Each one our own. In this organic kaleidoscope. The lie...

The diagram. In equal proportions. Of how to if. The protons tangling their quarks. In a flurry of indecision. The numbers come in arrant sparks. The sky dissolves into her waning vision. A loose algebra of empty skin. It's meat. Juices. And water....