The wind rushes onto piles and piles of cement. Her magnet jaw attracts all the flakes of thunder.
Yellow edges of a night roll outwards. A gelatine infused day finds too many suspended theories in its body. All the ships become sugar and the rivers become scraped dinner tables. A life is carved out of its impressions and caricatures. Elbows of little kids climb unknown walls. Their ankles clatter like vessels left loose in an oversized cardboard box.
The eyes are suspended in fog: searching slowly for nothing but dots. To count them. To know one can see. Ears are engraved on…