baby in a bottle – GG Roland
November 17, 2021
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your young culture
hardware is flexible
some software could almost be called hacking
sometimes it is, sometimes it is a hacking
this is also hacked
the pile mushes into the other pile
these piles are rearranged
resprayed
remolded into the other thing, maybe unrecognizable, but
beautiful this time
spun around, well-lit, nearly giving off light
lovely on all sides, from all possible angles
all possible positions
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elbow lick
every woman who has touched my bellybutton with theirs has expressed joking frustration at the texture of my skin
i’m too soft, overall, physically—i am bubblegum stretched over some bones
instead of connections, these joints always hurt. i wake up to spend the rest of the day
slowly collapsing. ligaments soft. head sagged like the couch cushion
farted into for at least two generations. ideally i could live my life
as a signpost. something sturdy.
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taped to the toilet
balsa wood legs tik-tik in the sand
waves keep coming in
rot, imbalance
saltwater, good in small portions
i am good at rationing
i promise, i’m sorry
i’m so very sorry