a darkness crept in from the corner of her vision.
i pushed through a mass of sweat beaded on bodies under
i am a heart shaped blob on pluto
i waited until you were online
I am slippery, gullible,
sizing up the black street
cross-legged, indian sitting
kind of hypochondriac.
Artificial bright lights,
no breeze only blank air
there is no itch i won’t scratch.
why don’t i believe in god?