exitement, exactly.

with the back all wet
and the bike leaned against the left iliac spine

I repeat certain phrases and motions intentionally
to have it one more time

exercising my mind, I imagine sb-sth disappears suddenly
I make a transformation into the past tense
I print it on a transparency, raise it against the city lights at five p.m.
in March it's already twilight

what one is forbidden
is to feel frightened and guilty
too much

cherry liqueur as sweet as sirup flexibly concentrated in a tiny dot
of blood
intensified life form
tight strings
of unhurried interaction
at night