stills into an inconvenient nightmare.

construction comes in jars. the only way

to leave this place is to deliberately lift.

everything is gentrified. the peel of a taste

of skin over blue sky blue is a layer of

dust. the skin that would otherwise be.

I am hopelessly incomplete; I am

hopeless and this. green car passes,

shakes; green car is the key to a pardon.

today I am human; thrum on its neck.