her shadowing body burning
Jill had a hound dog a way of life. She's cluttered in the white between g and the note clarion D. Shes' hugger mugger to its state. She's Mona to her jennyanydots.
Call it a hotdog crush and Time's Duration. Or the body of paradox or bead and whip. Something. A mouth filled with water? No that word not good enough. Rye field? wheat? spending that loot on those vaccine she does . fitter sister than that, Antigone. A reign on her head. Not the elite but the complete god as they are. Farther than Opps the p.a. system is broke.
Rain falling and Franny's got her goose.