hands inherit the memory, large, now, awake to the serial stream. fuck your opinions, small, take more pictures of yourself and share them among the lonely chorus of all these descendants of equal nothing, all of us here expecting something more, all smiling the same frozen horror, forever prepositions, poetry lost in criticism, tomorrow maybe,…

juggle these thin differences up and down and back and forth like, low batteries, low fuel gauges, low balances, empty glasses, pockets, wake up slow fears crawl through dirty thoughts, personal fences erected each morning to be contested. earbuds conceal differences as we stumble past ourselves, one another in the blank delusion, look side to…