from wuthering heights to withering depths

cracking the oyster's world

he was the world's oyster, the oyster's pearl

guzzled in salt, grizzled in the drift.

i have forgotten how to salt breezes.

i have forgotten to let kathy in.

i am the mobled queen! the mobled queen

is good. we all are good.

is the gleam of breathless eyes
the sightless cry of chance?

that one eye
the soul's wet cloaca.


i want to grow a second row of teeth, and a second row of eyelashes, like a glamazon-river shark.