Let's go home now
Its where I need to be
Some magnet
In my pants
Pulls me there
anonce
I am riven
with tomorrow
salt  and vinegar
Kettle chips crunch
Who's bidet who's pillow
invites color and need
pages of straight up
need and desire and
hunger tempered by
tired of this
tired of that


This space falling flat
In challenge


While levels disembark
into gray and and cool
glistening
blocks of whatever
I rain
in case
I taste


Hang on what's that
art on a pillow
that picadillo
that
THAT
that impossible
human
cannot be