rattlesnake territory: II

The basin of an afternoon, the last double digit of a minute before single before two. 

The problem with two idealists being together is that we are perpetually set up to be disappointed. 

We continually set the table for resentment. Resentment. And a constant dinner guest it remains,

always lingering under anything and everything, lo fi hi fi, micro and mega.

WAR;THOSE WHO BREATHED YOU AS YOU MOLECULED TO THEM BACK INTO 0 two yes ZERO two oxygen back into yet the

same time alive)

resentful gift gottens of any kind of war because we are AUTUMN ALIVE, and Septemberly SHIT at scholarship

there was even, in this healthy vert 3-4 paris handfuls of grain impostors peeping out between neighbors, give em the ol 5-7 between the thighs between bureau et that femme,
got a soul like a dawn l’aube that wants to open
the sullen break-in dawn, feeling the distances between their:mine vernacular.
It’s not the time to think of Agnes, or other ghosts,
and the exhaustion of too many days so thin, a weaving dialogue halfway to a song
This could have been my town.
she's
writing this could have been my town
she's 

writing this city home