Punctuation was never your strong suit. I gloss over this
pointing finger, out of tune skin. I said maybe gray. What
snapchat looks like. They showed me this out of tune frame
as a reminder. Hang curtains. Lay low. Say for certain, a
surprise embellishment.
I do not
wish you
dead.
This roadside porn bores me. You pointing finger, you
consequence. Where did I get
these clichéd sounds? You wanted so to believe in
an eventual denouement. You wanted
some use for your, shall we say—
skills.
Some erasure is inevitable. Egress
was never your strong suit. Punctuation, I gloss over this
not so deliberate grace.
Boring landscape.
Amplified/Extenuated. Heroics.
Of course she's thin.
