Into the revellion the ever astute demise of calamity the catastrophic meandering two-step I’ve-got-to-make-it-mean-more-than-this that your parents wouldn’t have wanted for your (but these are just borrowed words)
And these, in our coat pocket withdrawn at the cusp of an edge so lightly intercizing the skin rending in half
the forearm and the mains
I never know whether to mutiplex it or not but have at it in one go and remember your times
I will remember your times
There is no nasal spray but that we often get caught up in memories that are grotesque and try to clear them
So to make sense of it
But in speaking: There isn’t any
What were you looking for?