The boys asked after my gal I said Mine
is the type that is always swimming.
Number your letters or I shall not read them
more than thrice. Please I need
some way to serialize the glyph heaps, date
scrawls more than “trenchant”
or “tan you won’t see.”
I sent round records of my voice. Swell
how vinyl holds sound, how blind
recitation precedes creation. Lean
reach your backstroke thrumming
mountains away. Dearest
Janie the Fish if
iridescent dear. promise me
(via The Juvenilia)
Wrote a thing!