found in drafts

 you play with the plastic red flower

 while i msoke and listen to birds
and snoring. the postulates
oppose and collide create
tension in the verge, this is sub
atomic theory/ a backlash of memory
colliding with now/





the dog is chubs. how do you do?
he whines in his cage but can't
come inside until he's bathed
and i will not bathe him.


black dress, stained with oatmeal
i've taken care of enough of your decisions.
still, it takes a village to raise a happy child
so yes, welcome to the village.
welcome home this is how
love operates,  please try to accept it
as it''s offered.



the dog pants in his cage
doesn't want to sit in the spilled
food but i didn't place food
in the crate. wind blows
but it's hot anyway, sub tropical
sun beats on the dirt, bleaching
it to dust. make some bones.


i picked up co creation
trying to thwart a tension point.
i wonder which postulate  wins that way?


in a footnote on lilith i found your name,
russian origin, a sprit riding night winds.
malevolent they say, but merely dis obediant.
is that evil? really? free will means
i can think of something which you have not.

or something like that.  the cornrows go untended.
weeds spring up in the cracks between the gravel.
the dog begins to eat his food, out of boredom
he wants to clean his own cage