don’t be too long, now

if you have the word “chaos” in your email address or username, i don’t think we’ll be acquainted. sick abed, i shouldn’t pick out the bad seeds, but just eat all the people, pop ‘em like candy. when they’re out there on the scraggly lawn eating tacos and the occasional radish, i’m wiping lily pollen from my arm. it won’t come off, i have an intense pee-colored stain on my right forearm, my left hand. it looks like the beginning of rot, the skin turning on itself, giving itself up to the gnaw of oxygen.

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