Take Care

It’s time to wear the sun

for a second head, death

weaving a pearly filigree

to puppeteer your teeth.

I don’t know what to say,

but you’ve forgotten how

to talk without the chatter

of dissected cockroaches.

Digest slowly. Altogether,

take notice: I’ve mistaken

the moonlight for curtains

and your nervous system

for undercooked noodles.


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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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