Elsewhere
E ch oes are little more than
a longing for constancy,
bitterness toward f o r w a r d movement.
Tresses SQUEAL soft refusals,
glittering like surgical blades.
Fuck the stucco.
Something's dying
here.
Best allocate assets elsewhere.
Can
fantasy
flash
into
b e i n g?
Failed auditions aren't unique,
"are they?"
There has to be a better formula.