My preoccupation with faces lies within recombination and places I’ve seen them before.
Life is too complicated. I'd like a picnic with some people. We could talk about the weather and about our stuffed animals.
As a matter of fact, I'm going to go and get my teddy.
He's a good teddy, this teddy of mine. He gives good hugs.
Smash everything on her dresser while she sleeps, unaware. Find it. Take it up in your hand and hurl it at the unforgiving wall. Smashy, smashy. Take the parts. Bury them in the backyard until we want to grow again. Until we are sick of each other.