Static monotony.

Dramatic Attic Sessions
With Maple leaf Scribbles
On Old Maple Bark--
Birth Papers
Given by Demons; Angels.

Avaricious Hail Storms
Unapparently Fluttering

Incandescent Toothaches
Unapparently Burning, treating, counteracting

Vernacular outcast, Reach Suddenly
Into Corners of Inhibition
and Summon what Pretty Flesh Screams
"Nodeven real" show show show throw it
into what pretty flesh spends her days praising
in reflections of "real" flesh pretty and perfect and
scratches dont matter 'cause she'll throw a mask on herself
and natural imperfections don't matter 'cause she'll
cover it all up for crawling, salivating, foolish magnetic reptilian
boys giggling and dreaming and touching and thinking and
cover yourself, hide yourself, be afraid to be yourself and
appear as yourself and see yourself for who you really are
which is unknown to every living thing on this fucked up spinning globe.

(young child; glancing)

I could travel the world in a night, maw.

Fingers trace the plastic replica.