Can you hide your fatality behind furnishing?
she asks me in the pasty lodgings
wind lingers in her curtains I feel the
breeze under my costume and shake my skull
as I sit down on the davenport
abhorrence is beta sheets coming together in plasma
churn behind the shut entrance next to me
the ocean puts me out cool fluid
my gentleman awaits
misplaced camel looking at prairie dunes no fortune at all
written on vacation on a grassy beach in Washington state.