disposablevalue

grease splat, open dead bird breast. tomatoes so often, waking like he just traveled space and time. dreaming soggy socks and paint on garage floors, i wake to daydreams of women and hallucinations. / while she seems to be the same woman / i seem to loathe them all. / i haven’t felt the heat of the sun in the desert. / i don’t know what to tell you. / my best guesses at breakfast̷…