i like matthew savoca’s field mice a whole lot.
matthew savoca, david ray, stephen daniel lewis, molly gaudry, daniel bailey and robert baumann all like mice.
i like mice too. i am cozy under daniel bailey.
thank you, stephen daniel lewis. robot melon is my favorite fruit.
i swam in the sea at some time past midnight in my panties and trees cannot do that however. i was not scared about the fish. the fish were not scared about me.
the last time i visited this town i slept in the gutter on the roof. it was five stories up and had i turned one inch to the left in my sleep i’d have fallen to my untimely drunken idiot death. lucky then that this did not happen though i often think how easy.
i heard the sea rush and could see the glass reflecting moon. this little town is magic in that it inspires minor recklessness and whatever you think about that you know things can be great if you like them.
in a white place with pillars on the side of a mountain i was groped by very many european boys until sunup. i don’t say this to amuse you it is just what happened.
finally here is a thing i wrote which ended up in JUNE PANK. i fancy pank not only for its awesome but because it sounds like ‘spank’ and i am always very pleased by palms meeting my bum at intervals.
so you see how everything makes sense.
feel like a mass delusion. feel like a tree, feel like going into the atmosphere with my friend milky and saying ‘fuck it’ to the stars because really, who decides when light is to reach the surface of my leaves? i want to climb up stairs, feel like an intrusion, feel apt. i just want someone to say here is a girl, her name is ani, care for her, pretend she’s an animal, pretend she’s a tree. i want to know when i became so standoffish and i want to know when i became sane and i also want to know if that was you in the car park the other night, bleating horribly into the space like some winded elephant or a nintendo 64 or something because i really wanted to play with you but my eyes kept saying stop it, you are not a tree you are a mass delusion and we don’t want to see where you’re going to end up, we always were the prettiest part of you, we don’t deserve this squinting treatment and etc.