synthetic bloom

a tribute to a very hygenic person who has just sprayed air freshener.

white the air with asperity vesta and the dank. you see the threat of teeth where no lips reach porcelein's diseases. silence describes your name to excess. the corners hiss appreciation for you. they hold your tin trophies in glass regiments. your spignet ritual singes the sick and slow, turning their tongues to ash. your favorite words come from places nobody wants to go.