thank you for convincing me to forget what i had read in convenience to what you told me. now if you can just manipulate gravity, you can learn how to fly. reach for the jet stream in the sky and burn your hands.

snowflakes, skin. charred now, and falling like ash. i see you have an incinerator with fragments of bone inside. they’re yellowed like old library books, and it smells like a catering truck inside.

is this the thousand-dollar-a-plate benefit dinner?

croutons under cinder blocks, salted bones. tongue to sandpaper, mouth to membrane. throating a cull that is much too dry to bear.

stop it there, take a sip. swish it down.

botox novelty standing in the express line. show me your bypass card. verify yourself, class a citizen.

pull the snag. watch yourself

unravel. silicone seeping out of the seams. she screams arousal, valtrex, zyklon b. she can’t wake her husband, and he can’t reach his beeper

with his dead fingers. man modified this temple. man dignified this temple. god said he was there, but after the third day, humility impatiently tore it down.

the rope smells like gasoline, and the dirt burns.

enacted conspiracy crawling through the veins. rustic geometry of the anatomic plane. seeking solace with the crevices inside. utilizing forensics to resolve the manner in which he died.

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the mortician may check the box labeled {other}. undetermined, it may read in some states.

but we all know the cause. this man had too much food for thought.