I to the south. Machine-forgetfulness, that bitch comes back,
rusty tank filled with blood.
unlearn the consistency banging on rocks, jellyfish
fixing his taste in the cervix,
I dissolve in water, aspirin dimenticamentosa bitch.
I lost the tip of the saliva into a mush mother gone bad,
below, buzzing in quickly, in closing pregnant perfect.
In the landscape, the stars are white stickers are violets,
squeal, have her in my arms and my legs.
