pillow

mull the cut void your t

ale read in yr eyes

was moon tomorrow's

anima pillow twitches

fire between yr

toes' hot seeds words

clumb darker from yr

pointed hand

on soap with ants

don't cough A

CRAWLING TREE es

jueves ,César ,y siempre el

12 de octubre ,come que

come yr bowl of night y

siempre son el jueves

de los dientes s e c r e t o s

After Jim Leftwich's “Thursday”