( me / via )

The shattered book floats.

"drop-down menu"

dread & greed & grilse-spring
grueling obtain raindance
pale ceruleran in realtime
run out the clock toxin
furious small insults
cement mixer lemur
pass on the right parson
repose in bitter witness
never-kate shift's leavebell

"If LARB did not invent the para-academic digital publication model, it was the first to master it."

"me, dead and at the gates of Hell: but why I am going to the ninth level, for betrayers? who have I betrayed?

a demon, poring over his book: it says here that you made Rodger get up off your lap after he was comfortable.

me: I didn’t know that counted.

a demon: it’s the main thing we look at." —@teganoneil5000.bsky.social

Another moon poem.