T.1 | V. 6

In the Stripes- light passes through the window while we remove our clothes. hush of snowmust. smell of winter, a flake behind her knees when gently, the mouth begins its clumsy intrustion.The Dogs- some people refuse to admit they find certain body parts endearing: toes, nostrils, dimpleofass and morning face in the bright afterward of dreaming.Japan- there is fortitude in appropriation. your tiny black shoes. winddress adrag behind you as though you floated through sand rather than walked through it. A Mouse Does It With a Rat- the same movement archaic, in the steady tilt of the neck beside neck. a tree branch bit by lightening. now awash in a relative tree branch. less light between them, the intent.Furry Love- the ripped edge of your bras, a slip of the objectifier one night when drunk. her. object and quite comfortable with obsession. Two of Us- in a line of sight. the flattened plane. then a cube with nothing but the hot air escaping between us, holding me up. a marketing trick really, a move to prepare to flatten, once more. once again and once more.Gulping- throat as microphone. did you notice? sequentially, a high sound. spit spooling on the tongue. an exhale. the process of taking. beware of choking on yourself.You Really Do Have Such Standout Hands- whippet of the wrist, steady as to second, when neartolip. the syndicate lover, a maze of metals, sending sparks into her eyes when they finally pulsate open like a mouth in crescendo peek.then blackness.

1. Find your favorite pair of pants with ass pockets.
2. Sew this text onto your left ass pocket.
3. Wear these pants on a date with someone you plan to have foreplay with.
4. Once completed, donate your pants to goodwill.
5. The feeling you have parting with something you love because of reasons you do not quite understand is the point.