It's a new year in wires we're glad

he tells his mother elevating

the chard halfway in his teeth type

she set aside for cowslips the German

flanks and yellow remark of cities

(chalked where pollinated)

they were a vulgar people or nettles

they weren't he says his mouth full

it was the diet

made them crosswhere

prim and prone to cholera

my son thinks of women all the time

as caught in food

even when collard greens not

chard and my own mother

facing an officer's midriff

lifting out deer ticks

chain in

which the horse is a joint

physically out

planes no

longer contingent

till the point

physically out

we make it far enough that

roaning follows

and a deer tick in its muscle

in quotient

which levels

to a physic

here

limited to walk

having drawn out the ticks roosted

in her guessing

after hair

peeled to a walk

she is missed a mane

whether we begin

by solving the gait

or start off in the dogwoods

necessary

and giving a

mane levels

to bite an odd muscle

wasn't before

we wonder calling a grove

in the branches I am

devouring a horse

her announcer text "its disturbing and disgusto"

flaying furniture

roadside

"miss u calling me luvs!! i will miss u luvs!"

Mikeys newly

clustered

deep ache solutions

(apologies this produces moth)

"or the soggy or smell insect

presence purchase healthy"

after party for autos after

exhaust and sequent

blitz. we escape out.

"I don't know much about psychology

but there's no excuse" we escape out

ladies fielding over the dead and

gopher burrows

who lung about

the neck

like dugs

Marty that peeper

discovers mid-bush

a shape like his mother

whacking at game balls

shit for aim dropping

crows mostly

as if she could skim corpse

reads

but who's counting

he inflamed a soft

his bad pose like milk

feedingone squeals

at last booting her man

into body she sits down

as if legs

timeout for a weep two left

Marty feels he's entitled

there's dark behind skirts

just in time

she lets him lie down

with breasts