E b s S a n d e r s —

woodlands of the mind

kept by aphids

arid early sun

glass cast thru

who’d ask after some

essentialism? illusory

yes, been afraid

yes, been eluding

showing innards

on screen

widening scope

of mope and cloud cover

bright cold

air burn coddle

between seduction and porn

an erotics

revoke expression

close read strangers

graves bark

eyeing crown

love them like a wife

image’s invert
silvery, shone
crouch beneath
desk where i sit
like a student, teaching
chemical wash, light burns
image, hands sense how much to agitate
frenzy of siren and birdsong
ombré cold over girard

learning not to abandon desire but shift its axis
sex becomes more like the brood
birthing monstrosities
standstill cabin
long ago snow fall
frying dumplings from frozen
chanting for cats
biting open a bag

how many impasses it takes
to know someone actually
adagio for strings op. 11
sugarcubes’ hetero scum
gilgamesh world of omens and offerings
history’s shift, multitude of cranky gods
stop communicating directly
resort to subtext, ambiguity
code

so over this hermit fantasy tempting me still
linguistic isolates exist, improbably
wojnarowicz writes that
a few centuries ago
he might’ve been a hermit
but now the physical and psychic landscape
is so fucking crowded
and bought up

everywhere i walk
high rises of vacant
apartments wait all lit
to get destroyed
by rain

clutching a case of NA beer
life composed of
carrying cold drinks
block to block
riding sideways a wall
of their stalker tendency
isolate isn’t illusory, just rare
standout mustache stiff jill
addresses with affection
failing to locate cuneiform symbol
for day / bright / bread / night / wind
snake egg asks what vessel
holds dynamism?
agitate

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