spray painted
memory, murder,
confine
of space
and fragmented
ordering of events.
the moment i stop at the page,
i loose i am in the
nap.
a skeleton chair
makes her shudder with friction,
impeach nixon,
clinton,
new york city.
I wish i could eat myself out.
she called us alpha females.
i struggle with the word fe- males.
goateed man laughs there is no male or female.
i beg to differ, sir.
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