Thursday

the night is embryonic! let's party!

today i saw a finch carry a twig ten times its size.
today people were at the bank.
does anybody want to buy a piece of shit?
the bar inside the rocket is copper with epoxy resin.
none taken. i am a credit card, and i have reached my limit.
in the end, we're all lyric poets. or VISAs. i'll let you know.
at the end of the day, i die in my sleep, and wake disappointed--
not about being alive, but by having to leave.

SUCCESS! (formally WORD@peek) coming soon on narrowhouse


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