radii


driftwood

	all the dredge
	brought to
	the surface this year

the riverbed
used to be
home to



	{(upon) millions

	of evangelist treasures,}

consumables,
myself included


	{the world is non-conclusive,}

		{let’s|make|random|conversation
		with_our_bodies
		
		
		a walk in the park before the sun goes down
		
		
		taking it in stride
		
		with the manure scents and hodgepodge
		
		knowing how
		to communicate
		OonlyOthroughObodyholesO
		
		
		
		you used good bikini wax
			this morning.}

it wasn’t faith
i was lacking

there used to be so much i could
pinch from the waves

			{i ought to make a novel out of me he says he says
			
			then i would like to be the narrator she says he says
			
			can you translate body language he says he says

			i only know a little body english she says he says}


			{please stop narrating me in third person she says
			
			i get the hint
			you’re just mental and dense

			she says he says}


so many meaningless conversations

interrupted only by
the occasional
commercial break.


	{the television is always there
		to save you,}


and without the weaponry
of god

without the

company sponsor

i may very well
find what i am

looking for.

i may find a voice of my very own
	{a vacuum that consumes millions (upon)}
but
			{leaving that open to interpretation i
		must say that life in and of itself
				has left much to be desired he says he says

			look down at my
	pile of broken bones
						and wonder how
		they were so often overlooked

	read into their
	double entendres

						they plead the fifth

	he says he says

				she says he says
		to refer to oneself
		as historically significant }

i am uncertain if
perhaps i had
once
thrown my voice


by mistake

			{is a mistake.

			you only pretend to be yourself.}

he says




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