That would be today, but according to the vaginal data this would be might,
and finally the adjustment is boned. A looming silence fingers the air,
until a shattering clack of vertical blinds alerts him to what's in there.
We logs were once alive, they reveal in smoky whispers.
It was a healthy, exciting celebration of the bored, eternal sickness.
It was the end of the week, just in time for Christmas break!
tosses off her flip-flops and snags them from the air,
dumps them in the plastic bin and shows her underwear,
spins around on one thick toe, flamingoing her other leg
The farther away you get, the dimmer you do appear;
Telemetry’s burden’s bet, as telescopes taunt my ears.
Parallax vision shows that double the pleasure is not;
If you push the scalpel hard enough,
beads of blood will be in season,
but if you have to find a way