once i open the window (and jump out), i am a real body and nothing more or less, the stars summoning darkness and folding it gradually between them i must have abandoned love to the ocean (there was no other option), mailed my soul to the wrong address, regardless the sun outlines the sky in … Continue reading →

i. prelude I am not existing so readily. I am not existing so readily. I am not existing so readily. ii. melancholy#1 you have melancholy eyes slanted to hold in numeric universes inside, scrolling in scrolling your tight miniature ocean syntax speech, tidbits of news stripped of vapidity, what it lacked was satire–the thin lip … Continue reading →