standing in a field looking at portraits of past lovers embracing clouds
bicycles leaning against invoice trees
collecting dust, rusting leaves
leaving smells behind
hinting at an empty space that was once occupied
i smell more like a human today
less like purchased identity
glance at a walk on the beach through tiny square lights
cascading these neural nets i at one time called ‘me’
but it’s all just rented blue screen performance
clogged washing machine
autoerotic computer chair
fucking pieces of a tissue company
taking directions from letting go
this she fantasy disease
drooling indigo spirals
don’t alright sweetie
beautiful oscillating profile set to private.
alcoholic patience
patent pending
software manual sitting in inbox looks like billions of dead galaxies
and fear drain mixed media casual
buttons fall loose of thin white thread full stomach cracked cuticle grin
