swallow low windup heart thing swallow fly over the coffeeshop little black middlefold heart prop on my back of the boat a turner-over a dark card flipping up you swallow up the moment is only over for a moment a swallow skedaddles a slitted pair of shorts lady braces her handbag having never seen what it this just a building you a instant swallow swallow
* Published in Bone Bouquet 3