The law stipulates that every constitution spreads.
Like blood exposed to water as when at the beach.
When a plane hummed overhead, your arm in the sea.
Cut from an unknown source. The artificial intelligence.
Of cells gathering into mind, dispersed as in wind. Or.
I tell the story of the broken deer degloved at the knee.
Stamping the ground like cables boring into soil. And.
How I followed this cursed Virgil until she blended with.
The understory, which is I suppose its own pool of harm.
So much spreading. When we cease. When we pool.
How strange it is to be an organization. I wear my father’s.
Fitbit because he couldn’t bear the watchfulness. It.
Reminds me to move, to defy earth law, if only for a.
Moment. I write a nine-word novel so I can memorize time.
An iPhone bell rings in the plane humming miles overhead.
Unbearable distance. I have decided to let the past haunt me.

Natalie thrilled you’re here poeming. Wondered if you’d have word bandwidth. Love to see it and to read your poems always.
Those endline periods are so quietly sinister.
And that anti rhyme wow
cells gathering into mind, dispersed as in wind
Dig this:
Or.
I tell the story of the broken deer degloved at the knee.
That ending!! damn, girl
Natalie! Your arm in the sea!