imagine my voice saying these words; then take another xanax.

and then nothing turned itself inside out

…and became……a proposal. that’s how these things start, you know, poetry and music and shots and kings and queens (rather, dynasties), and all else that comes with same.

but do you start with nothing, really? not at all. you start with something—something no one can take from you. that is the biggest trick of all, that you do, in fact, start with something, and instead of giving it away, or losing it, that something is what you feel or think is nothing, and it all turns itself inside out to become one with another person’s same. same, same.

partners? isn’t that better than or how about…….?