My Mouth Blooms Like A Cut.

My Sleeping Pill Is White. It Is A Splendid Pearl; It Floats Me Out Of Myself, My Stung Skin As Alien As A Loose Bolt Of Cloth.

Love Your Self's Self Where It Lives.

There Is An Animal Inside Me, Clutching Fast To My Heart, A Huge Crab.

To Tell The Truth Days Are All The Same Size And Words Aren't Much Company.

I Have A Black Look I Do Not Like. It Is A Mask I Try On. I Migrate Toward It And Its Frog Sits On My Lips And Defecates.