(Reason the bed

All large faced boys call their mothers, drown

in nostalgia for pioneers. Bags are packed,

but the boys are water weakened and so beautiful.

Like your naked foot: I salivate.

In order to cause my hand on your hand, a repetition happens:

The corn at noon loops

into our regional,

I pretend to choke on winter.

In an opaque room, the upper part of you shimmers and pairs itself to a punctured cadaver.

All heads turn in the direction of Buffalo

to mouth multilateral thoughts. Time,

it is taking time to think, to

hold perfect press, siphon

and discuss texture. It is

not unlike,it is not new,the baby has very blonde hair and watches.