Imagine a crocodile,
atrociously, devouring...
There once was a time
when I let...
I
Four hands on a plump belly...
It's the last crumble of
summer. The quotidian...
I know that now
I should pretend to search for...
Bodies are carbon,
hydrogen...
Drawing his nails
along the cell ground, striving...
Do you know what
phantom pain is? It's the twitch...
The smoke
looked fascinating...
We still play
hide and seek...
I simmer the onions,
cut the pepper and mushroom...
Thursday grabs me
by the chin...