and with no warning she kicked /
my thigh her hoof squarely hit my wallet I felt / an old teary shame for a second telegraphing that / I will be its host for as long as I live
for a winner / is every loser / outright butler / flat tire singing / the license plate frame / insisting
the pictures, of you, begin to resemble, you, less, the more, you scroll down.
In this delightful place, whose
exquisitely carved windows
look out over the caliche,
I lost my European hair.
My wires reach her brain.
It is a brain of Nothingness.
In there go the dictionaries.
Madame madame in memory of all America shrub flag line bangs wind
He beamed like he was telling me he wrote for a living, like that exists.
there will be no more lie detector tests or astonishing new pieces of information.
