Hybrid
i9 hybrid
You refer to me as “ young and healthy,” like a farm animal.
There’s a hatch in the earth, so you open it.
FICTION
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A city is a heavy burden to carry.
Private odors stalled felicity, dignity.
its back was mangled and twisted like a wrung out washcloth
This house, if I were to diagnose it, is a self-fulfilling prophecy.
They sat among the dead and yanked these out with pliers and hammers.
Poetry
Poetry
I learned in my cronehood
a slope of ash and vinegar
they make a broken doll mountain
we are tinny with the heat of them
You want an entire armor of an omelette