embalmed jackfruit, sprightly poster tots,

dregs of the dregs of tea culture, prinked neon

transformed sugar and pineapple plastered. she

sighs at the card surcharge sign but
stretches her limb to the ceiling’s droop so

my data, my pass for solvency, drifts high into

space’s apex, catches corner’s intenser verb from

cell phone tower … blip’s amen and the authenticating 
waves roll through us. sad heir to climax! armfuls of

punishing refinements and the crystals of

salt. i grow liquid and am solved