species qua species prrt qua prrt qua qua qua prrt cart qua horse prrt quoi
(while you are having a ritual burning in mind, so unless you are having a radical spitting instead of the word lightning wherever she will have it, a massive spark on the dried-out tundras at the rims of her tutu perhaps or a catching of bullets in midair, you are having a turn of the tide while) prrt qua qua prrt prrt si là prrt qua opera prrt qua là ou or (always tonight as she bends over to puke in the bowl, so obligingly i hold her tight, eternally pressing her collarbone until my hand repeatingly starts to slip off the silk unto the skin, her cumbersome sweat and the violence of spasms forcing me warily to increase the utterly boring pressure. Afterwards the usual whiteness of her godforsaken bone and the skin in my xeroxed handpalm equals the classroom bone, the textbook bowl, my mnemonic table of blanchité stuck on its white immensity, there is no releasing the whale, ever, o d-head in heaven i do need something on paper to read to be able to shit, so to speak of her as she bends over) dana of the woods singing touch me touch my brain my legs my roots the way up the way down hera said touching her qua her are one a cart is a horse a way is away is a way qua way qua mu the sixth sense of way has been leaving the building help is on its way dv
