The landlord said he lost his phone.

I want to walk the park with you

Hi.

I take a medicine.

I decided that I was a planet and I was a planet.

The crease

I said no

So I have a brand new set of markers

FIVE

I was a born a baby.

Eighteen degrees Celsius

The goat

I cut my horns

My anger is hope for my own righteousness.

The coo of the common emerald dove is the sound of Venus.

I have to live lest I die-live.

It’s why I was born.

SIX

I told you.

How much of your body is your head.

The trick to being funny by Aisha Sasha John.

I couldn’t win with my brother because I was born.

Thanks.

I’ve seen stuff always.

For you and all your siblings and friends and husbands or boyfriends.

SEVEN

I removed the snake ring.

Pussy pain.

The reassuring thing about life

Psychic = Self-believer

The year of being selfish. The year of being relaxed.

I find the book.

I get my power from pleasure.

And I get my pleasure from pleasure, too.

I’m on the back of something.

I’m not dead.

I’m not gonna die of love.

I have to live.

I’m married to love.

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What would I write if I were going to live?

One

Something softens me

Softens my desire

Something helps me breathe

Something spills out my pores as light

Something

Is like hope blanketing me

Something bleeds as me:

Tea on the cuff

Of a blouse in the day

Lazing at the sink.

I scratch my head to flakes.

I return to

My reading.

The first knowledge is of our ignorance.

Hi.

What’s seeable and not

I join

For those to whom I’m betrothed.

I am the bride of your listening.

And a withering pear I can’t eat.

It’s messy.

I have to eat.

Because I love.

I put my life on my body.

It’s hungry.

I do it

Because it’s hungry.

I’m lazy

And I barely even read.

Why should I know what I’m talking about

When I can merely feel it?