never age appropriate
Function. As evidential of desire as wet leaves in autumn, thumbprints on the bath in spring beads on the bathroom tiles, coffee on the Afghan rug the snailtrail on the Yorkstone made by a slug as well as ever these days. Not for lack of wanting the conch central and eclipsed rises, falls, rises, falls i count on it. To remain untouched a babyless bulrush basket the case he left without, caught by the window my astral body throbs against the ceiling, crooked as a balloon and as frustrated. I hum around my bedroom like a marble soaking in everything. My grandfather's wedding ring on the edge of the bath, how my uncle bundled my stings away from nettles somehow unstuck. Desire has a function as abnormality isolates.