No One
(2026)
No one knows anything, I’m so lucky to be alive. There is too much heat, not enough satellite. Heat in the mottled vegetables of night. When the feeling is the opposite of right. Face melts off that haunted mannequin, easing yr self sideways into the spleen ground. Sunday is enough to make one sick. This wealth of weather, we can certainly for- get it. No one knows anything, this makes us free. What no one beside us knows. I am sweating in the no-longer-alive. The cream on my forehead. That which is cautiously worked over, and jolly. Rip the mechanicity out of that forgiveness. You’ll find yourselves free (forgotten) very soon.