the
biter
bulletin
busybody
deux à la fois
drool
God
lackey
lucy
lycan
keel
love
nobodies
peace
plant in the sink
proxemics
Richter
singularity
spokes
summons
Swing
the clock ticks
timetable
treasure
words
Untitled (Bells)
Untitled (Congratulations)
Untitled (Dysania)
Untitled (Elastic)
Untitled (Fire)
Untitled (Light)
Untitled (Neck)
Untitled (Neck II)
Untitled (Secret)
Untitled (Weight)
Dancing.
Hemorrhaging, yes.
But dancing
I love it but
only around this fire and
that living room.
Not those looks you give with
no business tripping
me.
Gridlocking
me.
Take it off.
Shed the wall.
Fuck the paper.
Listen for the emergency between
my ribs.
Your repertoire needs it.
What would opportunity say?