Grueling violin more than perfume.
Fingers crossed is an idiot.
Little green smoke especially.
An epidemic’s wavering parachute.
Midnight blur road show.
Reincarnating itself in each spoon as antique chocolate.
Oscar statue in the glove compartment: ‘I am so over this spasm.’
Pork, but skeptically. The feeling of the easily attained.
The quickly discarded. More like phew.
More like shoes spent on scorpions.