Feline. Milk on Jade- dirty, spiced foam. Huge. Screaming mouthful of wind. Scattered particulate matter. Skinny little tomcats chewing on baby pink nursery ceilings. Praying to the patron saint of ‘not being able to help it’. 

Future /ˈfyo͞oCHər/ (noun) – a thing without sleep. 

Teeth shifting slightly in the jaw until the central incisors are nestled together, like children in thin cardigans. Transformation made easy, so coy it’s almost femme. There used to be a dark and jealous place.

Tomato vines trying their hand at autoerotic asphyxiation via chain link fence- still green but fat and hanging low against the sidewalk. Now, it comes like breathing. Like floating in saltwater.