My body is hungry—desperate—for sleep. O sleep!
My brain, aware of the caffeine and calories it simply isn't getting, foments independent declarations
The nation-state, where everything is true and nothing hurts
No one appears to come out and say that the three-meal-a-day diet is a historical accompaniment of capitalism
I use the song until it evaporates, tucking it away for another month, another year, where I’ll feed on it again
FIELD DAY BROTH VEGETABLE LOW SOD 1.77
I seem to have lost the ability to multitask
Salivary glands allow us to produce enough saliva to spit, which can be a defense mechanism against the dangers of poisoning, an expression of outrage, a sexual practice, even lubricant
[An outlaw is...]
See to it that no parts of him go wasted
I dwell frequently on the notion that the male body expands and the female body contracts in public space
It’s beginning to be impossible to write about how impossible it is to write about love
The dark, heavy energy of paranoia, fear, and defense; the protective nature of shelter, housing, and land re-appropriation
How to erase yourself (almost) completely
This is that old N.Y. dread—the frenetic running, the bleak refrigerator contents, no TIME for deep thinking or seeing friends, et. etc.—& that dread hasn’t died down yet.
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