Cortices trail your shadow,

umbilical tastes left intact.

We develop from formulas

to recipes. We begin to jelly.


Lips fall from putty smiles. Nobody

sets. I melted for winter. You cook


cobweb smirks through bricks

like brown sugar: that ethereal

clanking when we clatter

like dropped lollipops,


how jawbreakers giggle

through vending machine intestines.


I’m made from homebrewed indulgence

and caramelized roadkill: bones jut forth

from bastardized earths

like sucrose mountains

peaked by broken teeth.


You are slimy with the gum of tomorrow.

Go home. This world infects your mouth

with mushrooms,

your tongue post-

marked by tires.


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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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