Watch an infinity
of commerce pink
up
like your morning
blush, your stand-
ard deviations. Imagine everything
discarded in invisible
mounds at the
origin
of tendrils
that wind and
flow, syncopated, sneaking
through stained glass
molecules to elect-
rify your
bubble and make you sweet
for consumption
Grind gemstones and
beans, grind
away; juice oranges and
calligraphy; toast
a stable
livelihood. Remember to
be slender, though still
take
your
space
What are shields, if
not communal? Gather; prepare for
X-ray invasions to
make teeth
gleam
like holiday
lights and clickbait; shed
organic matter: deposit
pounds and acquaint-
ances into yawning
donation boxes, stock thrift
stores with pity and fidget
spinners, hoping your
contributions go
unnoticed.
Grind away.
Lean into your repose. You
earned it. The tendrils will
only ever
disturb
you with intimacy.
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