I saw a girl in her twenties peeling at flower petals and all I could do was stare at how lovely they fell from her pretty white hands (which were two creamy stars) girls like that have a way of hanging around you when all else is silent she walks up to you from behind puts those hands over your eyes and says "it's me silly" and even though she's a stranger you're ready to talk for hours
Diluted, I am dissolving, drifting into nothing. Still,
attracting feral beasts. Sharks
can smell me a mile away. I can
feel them circling, but remain helpless, waiting for anonymous teeth.
hydraulics clicking, shifting, zooming through neon- bright tubes.
Passengers milling like fleas. You scratch, dropping them at designated destinations.
Intervals and intersections of pseudo-humanity, you do not linger in their light for long.