zimt

baguette chafe

prosciutto bandages

pepper moths 

wingspan throat

cough claws

if your more was running down my sleeve, but hindrance never helped ken and plastic doesn't bleed

threat

when i want something i'll clasp my paws together and i pray in a way that's so desperate i'm glad that i've forgotten my wish otherwise i would be bitter

when i lie in the cradle wishing that i was the baby that i'd be christened and snuggled and breast fed and cuddled then the tins are opened and i forget

when i tell myself i like you i'm enamoured and i'll keen like a bird that wants to eat you like a frog turning grey so that stones cannot see me

 half seen space ships which whisper in the dark, catalogues surprises they whisper

cliclock

the strap is a girdle and it tightens at the lip sealing fluids.

as of late i have been breathing more into and out of this room 

in the vein of favoured, fiona:

an ankle yield and tendon flux

slope crumbles into hills of abalone

arrival by sense of

lips spun in looms and this is what

whinging whipped into approval that 

the revolving would say yes yes yes yes yes yes yes

an island of bags they say with sheens of thilthfy 

candy stripes on rope that swing and trotting

around grappling grazing skins into shoes for less 

and into coats that oughtn't live on racks 

you were scraped barren

palette knife in wing grating into a cough which

ends flesh is consumed

banquet flesh is consumed and 

that shell is left floating on water with grit

on the pearlescent that grit which

like penmanship has ruined the sealed bottle.

ryupon

with moisture and ducking into knees, it was not the expected form of receival. it was abrupt and mildly upsetting that i switched into a sense of upstart, but i cross my nails that i meant it in an entirely trite earnest way, the face that i'd pull is yours, squinting in some sun.

with dandruff scruffed at your eyelids you still charm me and i wouldn't say it to you because i said it to someone else and that someone else then told me that it was unusual, but it isn't? there is certainly a reciprocity and that pleases most people well enough but in moments like these when i have seasoned orange seeping through my mouth that i wish i could speak a bit clearer, 

that there would be a florist perched on the low length of my ear to whisper glazed papers into my mouth like a row of hams swinging in the wind, quite light really but so threatening because when i'm seated under that hoist they are cruel clouds, pungent and delicious in the way that canned soup smells like waves of urine drifting despite the cakes that pillow in bowls.

the thread count from exhausted pastels and the legs that would be well shaped if not for that additional hock and gristle, do you even flourish? can i be expected to truly covet you in a way that i haven't learnt in a darkened room and to give and just give? i need to wear a glove, for the tex has no life and will only swallow me entirely if i please and it's possible to claw out and you will caringly look at my feathers and remark on their glossy appeal even if you don't mean to.

there ought to have been dim-lighting there was as well as chalk and ink that blended poorly

teond

entranced by a 

bowl at first

you froze

with curd from your teeth

gaps that orthodentist

closed his eyes for

counting seconds from

plaque bronzed

from that foundation

and there was blue that barked

boys who meowed at frescoes

of risotto, spinach frozen in crystals

howl inadequate but tapers even

along the curve of calves

and exclamation at the switch

delts bitten below your breast 

jimble hidden in your foliage

children and cud

switching from frost

farmed in poached

strings and cages

rest spider wings whip now