a single cramp feeds this life
27 September
i knew it emptied and filled with concrete
and buried away from the aspens

bones under my fingers turned into steel strings
in moment i've drown in your blindness

when you want you smile me
we have no eyes, no lips,
but dead rats skins and dancing away from their ashes

swallows of flesh not swallows of life
please look it is really the finest
0