make me

a slobbering

instrument of

yr peace. I want

to write abt

the light glittering

in the eternal blood

rosette on yr forehead.

the daily e-mortification

of the flesh. some wounds

can be scrolled into

forever & ever &… turn

my thumb into an aching

incorruptible. there is always

light at the end of the

carpal tunnel. I’ll need

a medical certificate

for my radiant stigmata.

would a medieval peasant die

from eating a single Dorito?

what would a medieval peasant

think of mondayitis & hump day & TGIF?

would a medieval peasant

see 2FA as divine

proof of the

soul? every time

I fail a CAPTCHA

I can’t help but question

my own humanity

clicking I am not a robot 

like a rabid incantation. I scan

a QR code that

promises the

sky but instead

transports

me to a DEI

workshop. for

verification purposes

please select all squares

showing an open

gash. the Netflix-specific

shame that comes

with the question

are you still

watching?

bleary

montage of

genocide thirst

trap advert

breakfast war

crime OOTD

meme infographic

unboxing sublets

selfie total

devastation sponcon

startling sunset

are we

still watching