Do not asphyxiate the bitch in me. Do not turn and nude your teeth. Do not minx the honeybee. Do not develop or serenade the w(he)e.
You is to hydration as blood is to bleed. You is to system as single is to me. Do not slot your throat. Don’t sugar your greed. All the antibodies antidote, debris.
Do not irk or plead or please. Do not frivolous the cylindrical in me. I am away. As I am here. Do not glare the temporal, the seize. Do not com-pair me with my
arteries. When the result is tissue injury. When the result is climate change. I have a mileage up in flames. The temperatured cells. The spatial ear. You come closer to hearing
what I sign, you come closer to being what I fear. I do not dare to gloam beneath the dare. I am circulatory, I am here. The scabies of the wrist. The saline
of the bite. Long bones ignite. In the marrow cavities, our needs are met. Sinuses dense the naked eye. Muscle fibers thicken to fittings and cogs. Reflexes
are dogged. Sensory branches synapse with light. Do not apply pressure too soon or the membrane stitches, or the name glitches, or the appendage hitches, or the none of us bloom.