my compliance cannot be bought
I can rest out of sight but not in focus
visible from space
the glass bottom boat has a stable relationship with the moving view
maybe my depression means my mother bored me even when dying
like my dog yawning when she cannot incorporate what is enacted before her
the largest living thing
I dream my mother smaller than when alive as I hold her
my lack of commitment resistance to presence
I am not in pain I am in disguise
I had to check the baby was still alive
he uses language like you bought it on yourself
then says it is not mass bleaching
somewhere under the stone of anxiety to please is the
the beauty of the closed door
the silver teapot covered in algae
he asks me to make him tea
the more I clean the more it needs cleaning
I use a small bristled brush to clean the spout
it is full of cockroaches
they scatter as I flick them away as more take their place