probably in 2022
p0sthuman: the evening before p.82
under cover of night my tar baby portraits splash through galleries not theirs to grace by day
why do I care more
about your active
galactic
nucleus
than what I paint now on this dark
and dizzy night?
your secret’s wasted
on platonic solid me
you’re stuck on a perfect day
of the perfect parts you play
so powder my maths, trickle it
onto your fresh glue life