3 purloined titles
dusk instead of ideation,
the heart in the eggshell catastrophe
the way coffee must feel
as scalding water rushes through it,
focusing itself into something
dark and rich,
a product of,
but without being,
all it touches
midlope, djuana99, midlope
dusk instead of ideation
there is a pondering sun's red glow
falling into the southern sky, ember
underglower, a sailor's lament. delight
with its purse of tragedy.
out of the market, she places items in her trunk.
november's dark surprises her, she left her driving
glasses at home. it's almost snowy vision, little flakes
falling, cold pollen, on her windshield
she can't swipe away. she should get
progressive lenses to help her judge the distance
between where the light begins and where she is.
()9-
the heart in the eggshell catastrophe
the burden is lifting, it's all in a place.
he flips the cards, one by one, patiently.
"cut"
"the"
"box"
~with a knife daddy?
what? oh . no son, it's not a sentence.
~ but the box, we could cut it with a knife.
he wants to cut something. with a knife. something in daddy's tone
tells him no. he looks around the kitchen for the drawer
with the knives.
concentrate son. what's this word?
"do"
good. this one?
"ran"
"run"
"rat"
~daddy, if we found a rat, could we cut off its tail with a knife?
what?
~like in that song.
what? oh three blind mice.
~ she cut off his tail/
with a carving knife.
hahahahhah. o son, you make me laugh.
he wants to hold the knife. he looks at the drawer
with the collection.
~daddy, can we cut the box now?
no son, not now. let's do more cards first.
"cat"
"dog"
"a"
~that's not a real word is it daddy?
a? sure it is.
~oh. i thought it was just a letter .
look, you just used it. it means ONE.
~ one. like you used to be just a guy. but now you're daddy.
not A daddy. my daddy.
yep. only one of those. that's me.
~ daddy/
what
~ daddy, if you were a daddy, would you let me cut of the rat's tail?
no. i don't think so. but let's see if we can find a box.
*(&&&
the way coffee must feel as scalding water rushes through it, focusing itself into something dark and rich, a product of-, but without being, all it touch
she hisses at uses, thinks
of essence and esoterica.
product from a product
with sentience. how fitting.
she toasts the hot water
flowing over her ground bones
and curses the gods of the trash.
the heart in the eggshell catastrophe
the way coffee must feel
as scalding water rushes through it,
focusing itself into something
dark and rich,
a product of,
but without being,
all it touches
midlope, djuana99, midlope
dusk instead of ideation
there is a pondering sun's red glow
falling into the southern sky, ember
underglower, a sailor's lament. delight
with its purse of tragedy.
out of the market, she places items in her trunk.
november's dark surprises her, she left her driving
glasses at home. it's almost snowy vision, little flakes
falling, cold pollen, on her windshield
she can't swipe away. she should get
progressive lenses to help her judge the distance
between where the light begins and where she is.
()9-
the heart in the eggshell catastrophe
the burden is lifting, it's all in a place.
he flips the cards, one by one, patiently.
"cut"
"the"
"box"
~with a knife daddy?
what? oh . no son, it's not a sentence.
~ but the box, we could cut it with a knife.
he wants to cut something. with a knife. something in daddy's tone
tells him no. he looks around the kitchen for the drawer
with the knives.
concentrate son. what's this word?
"do"
good. this one?
"ran"
"run"
"rat"
~daddy, if we found a rat, could we cut off its tail with a knife?
what?
~like in that song.
what? oh three blind mice.
~ she cut off his tail/
with a carving knife.
hahahahhah. o son, you make me laugh.
he wants to hold the knife. he looks at the drawer
with the collection.
~daddy, can we cut the box now?
no son, not now. let's do more cards first.
"cat"
"dog"
"a"
~that's not a real word is it daddy?
a? sure it is.
~oh. i thought it was just a letter .
look, you just used it. it means ONE.
~ one. like you used to be just a guy. but now you're daddy.
not A daddy. my daddy.
yep. only one of those. that's me.
~ daddy/
what
~ daddy, if you were a daddy, would you let me cut of the rat's tail?
no. i don't think so. but let's see if we can find a box.
*(&&&
the way coffee must feel as scalding water rushes through it, focusing itself into something dark and rich, a product of-, but without being, all it touch
she hisses at uses, thinks
of essence and esoterica.
product from a product
with sentience. how fitting.
she toasts the hot water
flowing over her ground bones
and curses the gods of the trash.
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