burden of proof;

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thermal latency;

.

hiding things away, as john lennon would; it is a form of hibernation. there is always the earth to cover the earth. and there are waiting rooms and you, waiting in them. waiting rooms for you to conjure wings before the ground gets cold.

revolving doors;

.

zehra, sabrien melahat, tekinhan.

and a petra in a petri dish of moon and honey.

all it takes, ultimately, is for the doorbell to ring. who knew it were so simple. one finger pressed on the white button floating amidst the river spider webs. and dusty moths plucked from the willing retinas of diplomats.

hi, hello, you greet (summon). my visit is as such. there are many doors. i found this one suitable for these purposes, precious and warranted. incongruent melting; landmark points. paternal bewilderment, anger and subsequent acceptance. and then: the "and then" not so fortuitous, but calculated, strong and perfectly in tune with princesses of the naught kind.

your lips of vapour, the neck and tremors, petal cuts on the jugulars.

waiting for the snow to fall;

.

commissioned for the ADS04.

(only 11 left!)

demyelination;

.

redemptive scales;

s'envole; tombe des nues; s'enlise; s'abrite; s'en tire; s'exhausse.

.

retention loss;

(with incense
at your feet)

let the lines unfold,
envelop,
discuss,
and recreate.

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life transmission;

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i reckon you need
yellow street signs
to command and
concur.

.

the sun looked orange
on the leaves waiting to fall.

you begged for reassurance.

a star bruise in the sky,
all terror and wonder.

second skin;

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tug o' wars, layers to peel, words to say, feelings to feel.

when fate and trust in life coincide with the now.
when the way is supposed to be this way.

(one full moon on the 24th.
one person to solve an enigma.
& the second half
of august waning.)

chiefly yours / cheekily mine;

.

i like to keep seashells in my purse, tokens of the ocean, gifts from the womb made of curls and of spirals, seashell reminders of the coast, the edges, the liminal so close, the coast and la haute mer and your tip of the toes pointed, body in a crescent moon, curved inward and downward, forward, plunged, but no more than a pen, carving eulogies on your chest and on your back, with lights so dim, a canvas so blank, and skin smooth as scales but without reflection.

you win hearts;

(the elika diptych, featured in this lovely package.)

.

for whom the hands turn;

.

retrait essentiel;

.

table manners;

.

mais encore;

je ressens toujours la fatigue sous les yeux en premier,
comme si mes joues tiraient sur mes paupières,
implorant qu'elles se ferment enfin.

.

le langage secret des toubibs;

.

dream: approached, planted, decamped.
spontaneously sang break on through.
woke up on the other side, of course.

variante mitotique;

.

quilt/hoefizer;

commissioned for tqa records's quilt/hoefizer split release.

.

rebecca;

.

posture et appropriation;

.

prospect or expectation;

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présage;

.

you are free;

.

des aquariums et des os;

.

appel à la terre;

.

succedaneum

it is dark outside, like the rain
the soft rain in january,
stripping the snow of its white.

there is a loophole somewhere,
with the rain and with the right,
a loophole or a noose,
your pick.

i am the womb in your pillow,
i gather your dust and save it
for a sunny day; if i blow softly
in a ray we can pretend it is gold.

but we let our bodies fade into masses
and i haven't weathered the dough.

wall (hitting a) / stonewalling;

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