soft, soft the back alphabet

It is officially day one, and she-who-commands-us-with-benevolence says, write a secret pleasure. Mine is . . . counting

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soft, soft the backalphabet

this is the game they played countless

overseas orderlog colors and stripes

count. I count on my grave feet

eat open the babycloset now freak

wearing a bow, zoomdiggy ouchmama

count. I count in my belly

catch it burning the lightbolts

kissbye it bad, it bridgehops

I count in my closedeyes. I count

sisterlove freewheels the ropes

expect you to see what frazzles

I count. I count. I count with my body

high above old worldbuses

hot in the laundry tub

count. I count. I count.

driving the hissboat crash thump

the eyes in our feet roll bare

eat what I give you. eat to live

bright smudges circle rooms

orbs become jag, blindingstar splat

this body started it all