that a bee uses twenty-two muscles to sting you

I didn’t learn this from research

or a bee

but from a forward

forwarded forward

Cupertino seems swell

weather’s nice I kiss his third

eye it’s cool

I’ve an inability to be objective

I’m a cyborg

I’m not a cyborg

I’m a good receptacle for the DNA of Michael Phelps

I’m a hothouse burning up btwxt

at night I’m a flower



I’m a carnivore

c’mere bugs