shaker’s gonna shake.
emotion seeping through the skin of the face.
rilke thought dragons were princesses, not the other way round
oh, the singing, swinging finch.
let’s all pull ourselves out of this dozy state.
oh, shall we walk until we drop?
drink a black eye.
revolutionize your body.
oops, stuck fast.
the spider’s web glistens like the down on a branch in the sun.