Monday

Ouns ~ Vico's Most ghost

Jill blowlamping her peepers. She's cuffed her embyronic shape.

lusting after this woman.____________ After it's said.One elides. Well, territory is like that. Aint it?
shoes in the land
of the midnight sun

theres nothing
Mona can do she dig her______________her heart's a mouth spoon_____
dig_________________neither false pretender nor real. She's camped on thebed.
and dig Jill wont become her woman become her.
yet She cant see her thing as much as her void. And so the eclipse goes out ~
I might
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Jill hurries her hair. She holds back the string stir. it hurts rocking her night. her
Meantime
"On's"
body's gone song in him. he's her.

__________ franny : how does one write?
how? onetwoconcealconnect. as grassin mouth.

.mouthsgonowhere. as stair. to park.

And is it?

Have they arrived? the purpose the high hill of desire. th e series blank page spoken its tongue.

Tuesday

Jill

______________________ Hurries carrying the thief to her brief castle. this way things are marked with pressing carriages that are absent. then . its time to break. Or say Grapes that hold vintage markings of the totemic past. not Deterritoried by the humble rest of things she's shot off the middle rounding her becoming to the end of things. that's not death or life, its
the pending immortality of things





effort marries the son, she's kept her cool promise,
her musty close

the day

its woken ~