photo Eve Stainton
touch the wood. which tree did it come from? touch yourself.
feel your sinus gasp open. nobody chooses their body. leave your self, don’t look back. great job. you are very good at this.
...I’ve been waiting for your call for so long. the air between us sizzles, our mouths perched above the receivers.
I want you to move with me. no one cares what it looks like anymore, it feels good to be forgotten. just follow my breath. your house, your rules; you can’t be wrong. I’m proud of you. you’re doing great.
Call me here at xxx-xxx-xxxx and I’ll talk to you. relieve yourself from your intelligent thoughts. You deserve it. Come with me and we’ll move beyond.
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