THESUN THESUN THESUN
nothing can be trusted!
raise up your rinsed hands!
terrible fury and becoming!
take off your clothes!
one colossal owner of the void
brightness folding into itself
again and again vulval or filo
I see a shaking which is total and absolute fear
one day yr gonna die!
the hot impossible apple of
your perfection
you freckled you covered in something
you utter
just open up your face
light’s ice cream cone coming
on the inside of yr eyelids
say yes five thousand times
(o love)