fog grip

raced the kkakka along the

wall wire hair piled

against a window be

fore yr face knife

blade of grass / peel

my face yr muscled

snore reversed across

a glass fog mirror

here I you crawled

beside the door a

hollow dog slept awake

behind afore was

you was tongues hunching

off the desk my place a

lack placid sack of

tuérzame