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.