What is your idea of heaven?
a scenography of step by step convincing
can't make a coherent hole from a whole
already handed to you: I want the flesh bit
back on these forensics
tell me how you pray: homage to a bottomed lip
language crazy hard, a vast licking till you
envelope // oh, anxious clench
take these everyday drugs, take the finger
offered inside of you blessed blessed
you consecrate, blue-veiled a lovely mothering
of holy shoals: she ribbons, she jewels
crusty tubbed god-head ashy in the doming
ashy in the knock-knock: this type of date
requires an exoskeleton, in this lifetime
once upon this idling
Mimosa Pale’s vulva on a bike, which she calls the ‘Mobile Female Monument’.
