Bared oaf bones
all the way into night
the sunlight eats at the crevice
of the door's failure
at the piano.
Revert psychology—everyone is a little dire consequences in the prime numbers, will eye a knife out of the kitchen—pent up wheel, doubled over, let the mother's spoonbody carve out the moony fruit, mirror of eater and eaten.
two-facing
turn forward
sure oh no
how to feel
pleased
be kind
of those things
nights
just
the painted
town