30th Bridge Glitch Keep crossing the same bridge no matter which ways are taken. "Time to make our own roads," I say while scanning ditches for escape. Orality They greet by giving oral sex as if merely shaking hands. Not that desperate to converse, I sit. I think. I write. Intercedings Bewitched by northlight ribbons, brave the snow and starlit unknown. Camera will not see. Phone will not wake. Seasons shift from drifts to mud to drifts again. People need, need, need. Can not even love the lights. Always interceding. HI Phantom serpents of light spill and twist together into a slow spinning galactic dance.
29th Hurdling We train. We would race forever with fluid ease if not for the angst and angles they keep throwing at our feet. Riddled A sea of solemn hearts and shining eyes. Squeeze into the stadium. Stand. Salute. Give goodly tribute to they who paved our way. Champions stand, weapons raised to pierce the sun. Instead, they riddle the gathered mourners. Metal streams. Families scream. We scatter into a mansion to somewhat safety. Rigid Waterpark Cruise through a sun-swept stretch of day. We are carefree with glints of caution. Wait to enter the water world. Our driver offers a false mouth to wear while we are scanned. It fools facial recognition. But inside are flesh rivers of straight lines and rigid rules.
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