3pm French service at the church of OMG

dear secret vision board

I have Franco’d up my stays into pearl restraint

There are no zips as zips untrusted

And you, my friend, with your hitherto plans

your golden irises to lick me like paint

(would be a good idea!)

In my lanklustre arms tired from the brow-bearing I have

two things, yes

my left hand Anais, my right hand Colette and also

in my brain am holding. Shh.

There is no paradox in this comely sight, why

girls have been reading porn in stay-ups since the

French Revolution, peekaboo stylings like the

cellular arts were always commodifying. I quite like the

way you can get burlesque in the inner locations like

rooftop honey.

What did you put on your satinboard now, and thread your fingers through

cloister wise?

We used Stanley knives across the pages I was looking for Yearnings

whereas you, for a little coquine with quals on the side.

We worked quickly as the

magazines were getting heavy

and the diptych candles liminal by their five-score hour life.