Defending creative control
technophobe:
"Your bruises, they suit you."
It sutures the same.
Emergency contact
what's your mark
on the world?
Inflatable lovers
our dreams have expired.
In dark rooms we laid
where the sun
couldn't reach us;
neither the truth
nor our avatar faces.
The cellars we've seen
of the savvy still haunt:
This chapter
"Survival"
will be a hard read.
