Yes yes

it's the about me section

Dripping - gigantic

how many times do i have to
--god it ///and the loud
ways we break ourselves-//tipping

tip -mistakes were from
---- small lines broken what
had we done /what were we
doing/without--what

the dashes
the form in each
letter

To Thinking --

Like a cult in a car wash you drink
wax and foam - suck up sponge
liquid - slowly dry. These unsettling
stomachs breathe something
like roadkill. Not at all
anniversaries. No rings,
no phones.

When the clock strikes,
hours of minutes from now,
the reverberations carry a ring
through the puncture wound

in your ear drum
all through your head

till the ring settles down on the stomach's
floor. On the floor
is a tiny excuse to be bitten
by bugs or to bite that claimant
in the cloth - there's a lesson
to wring out these clothes. To ring
the sound further away and to
boomerang.

It's the seething

that's important. And also massages. Make sure you know
how to move your hands.

To Breathing --

don't stop. It's too easy to razor.
My mouth machinates, is making
machine parts and made of. Your ruminations

linger in the place I last parked my car
and suffocate all the crickets attempting
to enter apartments. You can't fumigate
or change. You can't forge a fist or forget.

Go gorge them.

Also

a PS --- or something.
I can feel the page breaking into breaths and the waves the air/s
creating by compiling molecules and motion on the molecular level
leveled off dirt with the buildings on top of and named and then naming
you because you live there and because of your fear they name you
and it's over. The pigs are coming to snuff
your truffle oil and the sugar has hardened to crisps
to bricks.

In home

or at work---somehow
feeling

My mistake was discussing
the cup and the metal

surrounding


Your face
all the hairs

All the motor
-cycle-eating in

-digestions
This is one

suggestion: remain or
dissolve. There are no
figments but what
you break yourself in
-to. But what?
You break yourself in
two. You tow off a new
one and laugh.