Lina ramona Vitkauskas

Imagine you are the wildflower. The pocketwatch. The ground coral and lapis,                 the dung. A brassiere of shrews opens. She gathers verbena and straw. He breaks gin, breathes kind, lingers, fingers. She hangs

To the drowned birds, locked in feather parquet:here’s to primitive machinery, to nail bedsand chipped bone, to placing arrows across our abdomens digestivecontractions, oh Jamie Lee Curtis, oh my god. To our hips, warring with occipitallobes, to maids who force–fed

Amount of stubble, girth, hygiene. Duration, intensity of emotion or impact, height, incorrect tongue usage, wrong place, wrong position, wrong words, ugly feet, a rash, a distracting mark, your muscles, too quiet, too loud, unreal, unbelievable, demanding, too serious, we

The most precious metals, the most antiseptic swatter in cahoots with the aquarium of the body. & it is you ascending, you exhaling, & you, & you. Through the red-winged blackbird’s pupil, apples pluck themselves like suns from branches, some

How did he come to Earth? You need to get a weapon, dude. The heart of the snake, the megasnake eats peoples’ heads at the carnival. He unsheaths a warrior sword, 1/10th the size do not fear the large snake.