Lilly Starbuck

pits filled with growth search for human
a hungry god licks, unsettling all items

the seedlings flickering out into individual crimes
& death, usually due to respiratory abyss

rustle the world’s key-book
between the zero

(History recently performs bereaved skin music,

new town editing apps,
140 character paradigms…)

intestinal gradations of so-called answers
will wear your dream out of nowhere

I wanted to crop out knowing
how to follow a house
entering unsteady snowflakes

clasp whims in your swollen flaw
juice the love for have or use

to recognize moneyed “like”
and trace the occupation of demons

infeasibility conditions a path to the touch
before the neck of dream

the sees resound sea
that no[.]body speaks

I am unfinished

you were the numinous talisman
playing a series of honest nudes