^{after Tada Chimako & Susanne Sundfør}

A herd of beautiful wild 
ponies running free 
across the plains.

^{Daria, S01E01 – “Esteemsters”}

( A sprawling falling dream.
   Pain meds. ‘Hi, I’m Aristilde
     -til-duh. Go to hell.’ Swell. )

My surgeon says I’m a  
less is more kinda gal.
A galgalim face glitch,

     i, Head of Rest at Boy
     Division Corps rest in
     a cephalic past’s lap,

who combs loose static from my
hair, seeing wild
ink helix between
teeth thread a void millipede.

    She pulls it off, to scrawl on
    jaw bra & gauze,
    heavy paraffin, 
    honey-gravid, red-cross grade,

then, twin nightstands like one mo’ gin.
Leftward, bromelain with
leopard-bane pill sachets 
& Neosporin like lady 
ferns in spring. 

    Plantains caramelized look like
    Kali tongues severed in squared
    tin. I can make out, winched
    in windlass’ plate, from throat, my
    ore petals.

Rhomboid warp-slant sunrub
cast ghostglas simmers your
felt shade’s grav on my sleep.

    Visitor, be a dear,
    blend my ruminates so
    I can repass at wake?

Arca’s chrysanthemum arcs from
my dresser mirror over
the vocal shield I never use.
My song is here somewhere,
just as well.

   An onyx zebra print blackout 
   curtain, posters of Bibbe,
   Amélie, Vajrayogini,
   Carrie’s moon pix, Jobi’s
   fleshrealm pain

-ting! Time to realize that life
gives all a slab 
of sad sard to carve to cute
work. Leftwardest,

   Butterfly bisque in teacup
   by mannerist 
   bedside plits a slight gyre with
   dead fire alarm tears. 

Aments in sigh by black
Bedstuy poplars make us
crane, respire to be them.

   Blow me, a floating 
   girl, La~la~La~la~La,
   ha! in the floating world. 

( The last episode plays.
   &: in my Notepad, a 
     splat angelgnat. Okay~ )
    
          『     Don’t 
                 touch 
                     that 
                 dial,
                     ne?     』
 

A herd of beautiful wild 
ponies running free 
across the plains.

^{Daria, S05E13 – “Boxing Daria”}