Another, Elsewhere

I name the children I’ll never have.


Parsimoniously title the chapters

of biopics nipping marbled heels

into eras less than flesh. I’m not


in the moment,


or human


elsewise synonymous. Here I am,

ruptured pipes drooling the future

onto my notes; nonexistent dogs

lapping it up and eyeing my legs.


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Hello, fellow bundle of nerves and flesh! I'm a simple little being who's half-poet, half-scientist, and all gelatinous chaos. Sort of like an illogical marshmallow. If you'd like to learn more, please seek out the "First Impressions" page. Thank you for the visit, bundle friend.

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