I was suicidal for years in my mother’s field of melancholy jellyfish. Our past changes the *** of the wrong person. Even time believes it’s god’s addiction to time.

designed our brother designed a bathtub that couldn’t hold itself in any position long enough to keep god’s gaze in the injured overlap of stillness as paroled by a creator stuck in a shape-addicted form

designed our sister designed her sister as a crying joke inside of a third sister whose hearing loss created the moon

designed the moon designed an egg to break the ribs of the moon