a crawlspace, where the scraps of lines and letters encountered throughout the day are stored as bookmarks for reference and later use

19.11.07

Thoughts

Forgive me for not being impressed
by your image of spiders

crawling the mouth of Aphrodite.
I know you don't love me,
but why do you have to brag about it?

From Dyserotica by Lee Upton

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