a loose collection 2: even looser

~ i. ~ i see sly comedy — jade hues; sin, shun, trust undress us the heat join duly my secession (o; n) thunder us ashes “yes yes” juts in melodic (h) i closed my eyes just as the sun rushed in ~ ii. ~ suns and dollars of faded fortune your marginal prophets ended in nothing more than a bucket of buttered cop porn god bless a marigold ~ iii.~ fingers to skin space between forearm bones smooth warmth liver pushed lungs growing air through nose tilt of shoulder strain tendon dull knowing ~ iv. ~ i separate myselves pulling from corners two hanging bedsheets still damp and clinging having been in the breeze blown together their weave with scrutiny pull-plucked pursuant these so tactile sensations of selfness