hours spent thinking about who to blame.
or the architect?
i was buried under the cement foundation.
the house was the heaviest.
the worker kept building.
the architect kept creating.
i suppose it doesn’t matter.
i’m still getting crushed anyways.
like flies fucking i’m only breeding maggots.
Mister Spock reporting for duty on the USS Enterpaws
dear mark christian,
we dug one grave and two bodies went in it.
C U T S H O R T / C U T T H R O A T
oils on wood.