sketching a cosmic body-map through feline flight
When Izzy arrived, she brought with her motherships.
I heard that language writes the DNA; corporealizing cohesion.
‘motherships are circling the earth’ she meowed. And with that arrival a point of ‘I’ was pushed further and further out beyond the many turning panopticons of eyes etched into metal. ‘the sun is just a tangerine’, she said, opening and peeling, a cosmic expansion ludically spilling.
“I am not afraid of the auto-fil function” she announced, “nor corporatist clichés”. I am them.
and a succession of cats simultaneously wink at me as they prop up the technocratic. Are they laughing?
When Izzy arrived, she brought with her motherships.
I heard that language writes the DNA; corporealizing cohesion.
‘motherships are circling the earth’ she meowed. And with that arrival a point of ‘I’ was pushed further and further out beyond the many turning panopticons of eyes etched into metal. ‘the sun is just a tangerine’, she said, opening and peeling, a cosmic expansion ludically spilling.
“I am not afraid of the auto-fil function” she announced, “nor corporatist clichés”. I am them.
and a succession of cats simultaneously wink at me as they prop up the technocratic. Are they laughing?
He offers me my monthly horoscope.
I accept
exchanging pieces, I reveal to him my latest flirting prop; a glass of water:
Meanwhile I find a piece of plastic and some children's stickers in which I arbitrarily fashion a suggestion grid, that is, a star-map for him. Or a nude.
into the trees
my head is in the clouds as I twitch net curtains
swoosh
a single leaf pokes through a synonym garden of stars
"losing your capacity for vitamin C synthesis"
grey matter speaks of a little island
flying with felines
flying through feelings
each cat had a partial vacuum that stuck to letters like a barnacle.
bunting and rubbing the alphabet into kinaesthetic fuzz
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