ive got a lot on my plate right now-Tracy Jordan srsly. i have comps this week, im trying to send some stuff out, ive got some other stuff too. so many papers and whatnot. that is my excuse for why this is not very long and probably not very good. but i think it has a sort of charm to it.

While Consonants Whistle

Her teeth breathed heavy on her tongue
and her eyes fogged like glass
while the blue flowers wilted in a book.
It’s to keep the pages alive,
they need to be fed, C’est La Vie.
The words were all pasty before,
but now the vowels dance.
Everything drips like sour words
from a snaggle toothed scowl
onto stained glass windows
because God is everywhere
and time is just a method of acting
devised by the musically declined.