Membranes of myself and not-myself growing wild like unkept bordering hedges, careful guards ripped from me to pick the blues whites and oranges…Furnished with blooming, along the cracks in the wood broken stems blooming anyways tables and chairs relieving the liminal with the certainty of right angles and we sit and have tea I offer you milk and sugar
| if you feel this | think about doing this |
|---|---|
| dread | gothic dance |
| horny | eat somethin good |
| myshka | chase a worm |