When the thing is seen it can’t be lost: open door, lips wrapped around a mirror. You swallowed something sharp and now it’s boring. Tearing clothes apart, the new technological cheerleaders learn what it means to be disfigured. Our persons, our web of skin and sloppy hair, come together in enclosed spaces. The world, mostly reactions then consumed. I have a new flavor called flesh. On the park bench you give birth to a sensation not unlike nothing. Anything which isn’t inhaled is not worth having