stop the soft screen hypnosis
(fluidorganicpink), the
DIY segments on
refinishing a warm heart.

I write this from a satellite shaped like
the central nervous system,
from the cushion where
I will give anyone a ******* in exchange
for a summer tale about lost junctions
and pink buicks, clean rims;

tanned bodies with denim
shorts and amber glasses
stranded on dead interstates.