You really embody         trance acquisition no sex in French sun asking for frequencies         of bears at the campfire eating eggs in a high chair         as your fossils slip. We leave long to signify         big winter breasts a warming of loneliness         the skeleton sweater aproned in blades.          A man named Thane follows and swallows our wants sending commands         through rubber arm bands the done done done done         of the Mozart effect. The phones lick … Continue reading “Two Bird Control Center Two” by Jessie Janeshek