Reflecting on the whooping cranes and triceratopses I found it delightning that the 3-D pop-up of the mind etched meaning into the shaded edges. Deprived into security? Deprived into security?!?! Give me nothing but a happy ending, let me off the hook, so we can join hands and sing and fuck each other in the after-life, a wet rippling orgy of non-protection. Keep love safe, secured, tied with bondage rope to the leisurely pace of the mediocre day. Hope! Hoooope!!! I wish it had been me falling apart, dissecting my own bloody organs and tissues with tweezers, hands fueled by speed and raw desperation. I wish I could fall apart again into my subsequent past lives and moments of clarity. My body is a caged animal pacing, wishing to roar but stifled by the muzzle of pure singularity. This solitude is nearly too much to bear. I bear the fruit of my gasping lungs in the muscles of my thighs. I bare my thighs around the fruit of gasping you. Please now I was not meant for oh

but it is
But it is all right- sunlight and ripened fruit, tattered pages and my dream-filled, lovesick mind. Oh it is all right, all right. There are purple flowers scattered all around.