Sugar Candy cannot fit inside me 03.21.01
12.27.03

candy sugar spun machines mirrors that turn
everything frontways stereos that pump
patchouli and stale popcorn smells through the
air, a Virginia slim gestures eloquently
the invisible man’s opinions the
elephants are dreaming of broken leaves
the lamp has feet, the chair has eyes, my
Xanax stopped working I don’t remember
when my body is pulling down into
my cunt there is nothing that cannot fit
inside me  ¶ 4:31 AM