HEadsHakEr

HEadsHakEr

Cat Leth

Like a sharp point through glue, press, press, pressPerpetual dream puppet, you are lights and plastic. Master with your cover, why am I like this? Piercing non reaction, swollen blackness, am I to mind my faults? Throb piano, throb. Sap, soft topaz with tiny bubbles, doesn’t care. I am sap. I’m not strong enough to be evil. But me isn’t all I’m. Oh, whatever you are, your absence is unbearable. Do you menace me? My mind is slipping soft, I want to believe it is all just slipping soft. So I sleep, sweet fantasy, mind smooth. I know nothing of the question, eve. Day break, shake the box harder—