Firing up the Canon

"this is a dead zone. brackish and black. a hope i cling to because the darkness is deadly. but not more eventual than this ending. I've illusioned myself into this. flashing light into nothing and calling it art. you want me drunk, opened mouthed, and utterly silent. twisted around your need to feel desire. d. " art museum 2017

Press the seed of this story just inside my lips I will nurture it with warm breath and a low hum Let it dance from the tip to the cup of this tongue Germinating Articulating Then tuck it safe inside my cheek for later When it's time to swallow it whole