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-