The internet is the lonely.
Counseling reflections in a darkness made of felt.
Squid pulleys. On the tips of your fingers there.
Teasing digits to buy help.
Transgender cusp of fashion in the dress-up,
off sits a swivel chair, mirror, and joystick.
Everyone, every once and awhile,
has to oil the valves.
The challenger leaves unopened attachments
on message board’s sills.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
the bet
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