Mineral so close to mania it's a slow uphill slope mounting someone's mama and a mountain of mammy figurines could be the lantern fallen incendiary that lights the path to will so clenched as a golden million dollar baby could be the way we objectify our dreams together always feminine and some violent entrance disguised as sensual some pretty kill
My friend flashes a diamond in psychoanalysis while explaining how her father raped her relentless the clock kicks the hour toward a paycheck the lithium is about to run out when a young kid in uganda volunteers to pull it from the earth in exchange for his silence This desire to tell a story where the answer is the dance is all I ever swore I was kneeling in prayer with a half moon in my belly wept neatly a bundle of needles in a slow singular drum
