an you expedite adhesives without much malaise? i can’t. i can’t. i caught myself in a parable, a sticky situation you could say. i say. word play.

i can’t look in the mirror. my pupils glance into the rear view. i’m fixated on a fictitious frame that’s inhospitable to false flags. i don’t want to go to work, i wanna play with my trains. my toy train’s leaving for new hampshire. don’t leave me alone in the rain. they say i look good in a trench coat. TRENCH. COAT.

can you tap deliverable excuses, discreetly obscuring what’s been done? must be fun to adjudicate concessions while everything around you feels undone. (i’ve gotta run away.)