"So, for this is an imperfect universe. The perfection isn't here." - Harold Klemp

Blog,

You are an experiment of desire.

You are a still life of textures.

You are a tattooed body. You have crossed the threshold, your tattoos are no longer examined individually.

You are felt like caffeine, ascending acuteness.

You are a devotional portrait. Your eyes are bloodshot and your palms are pressed to each other.

You are a dog's tongue.

I told you about my parents.

I told you how I imagine my body, and then we made love.

You hold me, blog.

You are the mother who let me into her house.

I am not indifferent towards you, blog.

You are the greatest piece of speculative literature not yet imagined;

but you have been discussed amongst friends.