The fork finds its place
In the rack
To be cleaned

When u don't exist
and can no longer
be offended
I look forward
to meeting u
Bloom

Like this

You could be
beginning to dance
now

We live in a glut ov pent up
luv starvin' for it

You got yurs right?
I got mine

pro fuken tected
against yurs

protected against
mine

safe
behind

a
lone

gene
yus
is
all

I am unsettled
as this enables
that

and this
is miss
ing

and that
is a mess
ing

In this frame of iron and light
bent time and thick gravity
turgid things curl and twirl
find tastiness and bright sparks
with which to entwine and bind
imprint themselves on smeared time
in black light on white light