Sarah Birl
The Fabulous Chaos of Meticulously Maintaining Personae
your words I forget
to rinse in case there are any foreign objects in them.
still I taste the samples.
“how did you articulate what is going through my neurons?”
I want to say it is because of kombucha and hooligan-hulla hoops
horoscoping but it was really relish and On Kawara’s ambushery,
perhaps Destine’s sound loops and an alternative means of entry.
and so I tell you your name means “Star” and that invisible fingers
reveal to me that you are wearing a tiger skin skirt.
