Why the completionist fantasies
to find more ease, more options
The therapist says it’s about my —
about authority stripped bare
and returned to this time, the soul’s task
The magician’s workshop woody, cluttered, I hover there in must and
fetters stillborn dolls aglow his wife and daughter
in the kitchen
waiting for the broadcast
Her eyes all large and googly from behind glass
Eichmann in Bacon’s box
Ariana is a cup overflow’th, angel man had said
the technology, it's so potentially amazing she tells us until they fuck with it
the soul needs food Ariana says
J— volume is what she has, I say
Creasing a crest
I don't know that she knows anymore, more than the rest
I know what I know,
you know?
I remember when Grimes discovered three meals a day
She was surprised it made a difference
She was surprised it filled her and that it didn’t
The lobes grew bigger and bigger but
her jeans still fit
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