written by Jamie Townsend
Rejoice for I am endless in a garter belt and slip, rejoice!
Trace Peterson
I first saw my horizon in the foothills of Boulder
Exuberant sky unable to hold the rain, each afternoon in a cafe
Sat my ass on the sun, listened to Lingua Ignota, put down Bataille
I read Wrong
And watch the arc of a puckering asshole form it’s own microclimate
We worshiped a faith of inversion
These dizzying heights are super religious
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