They feign death like hunted animals, but their fear is so great that they really lose consciousness
No nose, no mouth
just the wrong place at the wrong time
Faking it to make it
with words in them
like the preacher
feigning faith for the teacher
you can take a limo home through eternity, through dunes of plants that don’t exist anymore
because you can’t describe them
molecules of sentimentality sift in
settling over the tan leather seats
there is all this sand, there are all these diamonds with petals.
- which did you take out first?
- left one
- my left or your left ?