the break

towards a portable culture

i'm going to deport

without knowing the tone

and timbre

of the chinese national anthem.

bloody cats

picking splinters -- too soon?

I will resist

the urge to turn to you

and siphon a soul,

cut a page out

with my finger.

block reads red light

like a broken sweater.

How can a sweater get broke

if it's already a knot of holes?

How can a girl find love

if she's got a cunt that's unfillable

and a head and a heart

full of holes?

who's scratching my surface

to find more surface:

polish on cartilage

or a dosed uterus?

the guys, smiling

forboding a wink

no money today.

to be frank sir

is to lose all your

words.

only cards feel corners

loking inks bought, i've gotten

here. my body restless

its figurations sore everywhere

forgetting to stretch

unstress

do some yoga mats good

mourning.

I like puns. Doubleness in meaning. The active intersection of trajectories.

I like being pretty like black ink.

he shakes his hair

full of snow flakes, taking

me in the winter.

I left dandruff all over

the city.

chocolate chips butter skin

dotted

after a bang

familiar skips

constellation fingers linger

unfinished baking

patterns.

a kiss blown

disappears

into mid air

thin

intimate crevices

explosions/implosions