Edward Jesse

still life with steak, milk, mashed, & onion

first a steak

a clap clatter tine

on bone a hot wet

like a bright sprout fuzzed

from tar pavement

a quick green

leaf spackle

leaving no

shadow

then one thinged

orange peel shaving

on carpet that we carpet

white milk a red round long

day a single opening my infancy

an only one purity the

food people food

lift glass taste

not that bad

a ground

cloud a quick

bit sorting spice

a bite a and again

tiny hands my face is

just that small just that

plastered up over baby

smell yes I remember

mush yes I want

yes and this is

just potato

wrap my

long thin wire

tongue a red not

a quite purple pickled

like the stones I planted

in moonlight with my

brother head to

toe in pjs dad

mom asleep

grown and

hot just

so

aslanas.lanas(s)/lan

the great god before us

a glo(w)r)od row us ughhhhn

dribble cucumber saliva over me a

lit.til.teeth.twitching nicely twitching

just so

before you ask me remember

ttt t take stock of the walls around u,, twinkling li,ke

little men

I still store e e /er the dearth prickings, noo

what i mean is prefer the h(o)rO)ro.r

lilife is the music of _ take a crystal snail

snarling pretty a frosting wonderworld a wundrwrlm

llil guy

the taste death hides thick behind ur walls a

not evry i mean once a milk glas/i(s)/e. a lucy from

w*ar d*drb.lite touch

m*r*b*o*y

sharp shiv-top gling

glingglingglinggling

a wine glass shattered

you might recall the

battlements

of a castle say

but poked up sharp

bloomptbloomptbloompt

bloompt to boys gleam bright

now my head press down

face slick like smoke fish

face srliking a fight of blood

the glass clear press close

deeper and remembr cereal

that crunch the tips my bones

that milk a slather tongue wild eye

im laughing im smiling haha i cant!

other side

a valley of pasta

a continenent of air