the oracles and arbiters of all

The Oracles and Arbiters of All

I saw the grubs eat their way out, then burrow in again, still eating

some kind of collective, gentle human loneliness. The sensations

are able to do so because once they get out there in front of their canvases,

unable to understand why they did not move as she wished,

I was embarrassed to be me and needed someone to reassure

and consider what goes on within you when you read a wonderful

curiosity. Cop or not, maybe he could do something to stop the

meantime for references, and eventually apply for management

to be utterly obsessive about moment-to-moment sensual flow of narrative

beckoning motion with her right hand to let the Community know

myself in the mirror. My face is red, and my shoulders are almost

shiny strips and silk and velvet, like a costume I’d seen once in a school play.