Collagen

Salivation II

A coda to my mother's diary, her sole surviving item. Its leather-bound surface was charred by the flames, which, according to those who were present, resembled enormous cloven tongues rising up from the earth, licking savagely out towards salvation just out of reach. So I am told; I can imagine the dark heavy clouds in the vespertine sky, bloated with a brood of our economy, black and blue like my buffeted mother, the impending squall to bury in hail the serpentine orgy of spirits, just moments too late.

Oh the things I see when i close my eyes, he said.

Blood gushes over your face. It feels cold.

Some fortune, the value of this currency to equate the age of the universe.

How , ciao is round and endless

nㅏ ddㅏ rㅏ hㅐ bㅏoㅣ rㅓ kㅔ, ship say key yea

Devil had a big d

which he got rid of

Even the abyss in me is lit

Unending procession of impeccably dressed bankers on bicycles.

Mother of god

Father if god

Die sonne the daughter

Daughter named Paloma 

Insults make distinctions

The faucet a fountain

You pay for the shadow

Dr tremble

Game in which you are surgeon

So any plans so little hands

Hear the grandmother play keyboard in headphones

Listen to the rhythm

Let it guide your melody

Silent rain

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Children on the Prices of Things 

The place is always full and runs with no menial tasks whose performers are not short of dignity.

Amid the morning peal, a meow

 Paper plane in hand, Young Friar tiptoes into the office of the Saint

Running towards the bus all ecstatic

"A total of 29,086 measures of barley were received over the course of 37 months.

Signed, Kushim."

Look at that red sky over there. Red in the morning, sailors take warning. That is bright.

hands and muzzle all red, they devour pomegranates at the adult's table

When a mosquito dies in a high five

With rain the smell of sycamore is redolent of your anus

In Tokyo

Dérive jusqu'à ce que tu meurs

Women of color take stabs at scaring birds.

One thousand pillows, gasoline, fire.

Deliver a blow to the hurt and say this shall pass

Cooking, the man calls for his cat.

"24 Hours!"

"24 Hours!"

"24 Hours!"

He sounds delusional, alone, unaware...

This goes on for a long while before the cat enters the shot.

A night away from the city, we lay down by a lake and stargaze in silence. At some point, making sure that no one hears me, quietly I spoke: "I give you ten seconds if you can hear me right now". Listen, when the count hit five, I swear, like a laceration that is healed as soon as it is inflicted, the brightest shooting star flashed across the sky.

Young mother on a bicycle with her little boy in the safety seat pulls over. In absolute stillness they watch a demolition site across the street. One block down, someone spray paints a beautiful euro sign on the trunk of a sycamore tree.

Accelerated EPM

At dusk an illiterate post-person burns undelivered letters, effectively immolating their lover at the stake

길을 나섰지만 눈엔 눈물이 들어차고 길은 보이지 않았습니다.

To vomit glitter onto a dead puppy

The moon shines the same

The drifting clouds

The fickle pollution

The fine dust

Make it seem different

On different nights