a deviation:

this blurry, tiny (absence)

cat delapena

cat delapena

red body blurred. positioned between tendons. distorted, stilled in motion. burnt yellow,
stretching, stretching. eyes between sols, two blackest dots. disruption of flesh. fake spine
curvature, line of white. heading nowhere, going everywhere, this red body blurred.

headlights of cars look like little discos, crawling through evening traffic. the 6 o’clock
sun casts strange shadows against the pavement, distorting, distorting

heaven facade of muted footsteps and that AC smell
on blast while the mothers work and the child cries
over spilled spaghetti-o’s and lost time. stuck in the
blues of motion, this slow motion

(stuck in this cyber religion)

AC on high
to drown these static
thoughts mechanical
mixed with seltzer
fizzling between
boundaries until
the silence becomes
loud and the AC can
only drown so much

just a tiny blob existing

tiny mood ring for tiny feelings

I. basement blinks

carpet stained carmine sagging
from the burden of merlot this
noisy static
of slurred laughter and
empty stomachs
lost between
blinks
caught between
regret
basement dreams
turned stale
rotting quietly
until morning comes
on repeat

II. kitchen daymares

white walls turned
beige by time and
forgotten arguments
boiling water turned
listless as the cicadas
scream because they
know too much moldy
bread and untouched
spoons suspended in
static kitchen daymares
till the pasta water starts
to boil, screaming for
a return

III. bedroom calamity

this bedroom calamity
of twisting sheets
and loose memories
pressure cooker
living, brain juice
spilling
creaky ceilings murmur
as the neighbors fuck upstairs
and the radio plays too loud
my paper brain drowning
in the noise
of yesterday and today
and tomorrow

angular limbs covered by thin layers of flesh and tendons walking sacks of bones and fluids that we

call humans, can you imagine?

i bet my canine teeth are sharper than yours.
so humane

listening to the rush of blood in my left ear, as i breathe heavily
through the cavity on my face

(newsflash, no one likes a mouth breather)