By | 1 September 2023

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

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