weather

there are powerful magnets inside your body
i muffle my voice when
i have an out of poem experience
the fake ice is not fake melting or anything
will travel
i can only bend under this heavy ass
stare with those glass olives
my pickling corpsebody
feels how long the sun heats/teases
my strings
yank at my arms and legs to kick up rocks
i see on the street
while im walking at a quick pace to who knows