and theres that word again
trans
like the fat particles, hold in treated paper chemicals from your
so much blood
the mere reaction
but some electricity gunks up on your dnas
blasts the little guys
i like to think of them as turtles
holding each others legs
the machinery, oh god, my machinery
a collage of things
never
never never never
inherited
exhale away
into spray paint
poppers
amyl nitrate?
so many chemicals
really an infinite amount