2 June 2002 | Vol. 2, No. 2

"I Feel Like We Grow Off of Each Other"

Without with I would still be

in the corner lamenting over the insignificances.

Talking causally to my artificial curios,

feeling indebted for their engraving hugs.

Filtering through the vehemence

and distortion raises the shade of color

that nature neglected to mix. Our new

neighbors can breathe underwater, their

system emulates a night sky at noon.

Inhale nothing and exhale everything. Maybe-