knock knock
it’s you
an orange sky
over the Bōsō peninsula,
birthday donuts,
and luscious fare
we can only dream of:
a tank
of clownfish,
a fridge stocked
with Perrier
in the bedroom,
most of my life
has been
a case study
in ecstatic failure,
oneiric
travels,
and hyperreality.
knock knock — it's you: an orange sky over the Bōsō peninsula, birthday donuts, and luscious fare we can only dream of: a tank of clownfish, a fridge stocked with Perrier in the bedroom, most of my life has been a case study in ecstatic failure, oneiric travels, and hyperreality.