11.

And it could be considered an unhealthy
game that I play with the sun on such
a gray day.

I won't come out until she does.

So time slides around the clock as I burrow
deep and the sun piles pillows of clouds.
I peek behind the curtain and how the
sun is still hiding, still waiting, pacing
round as I tuck my knees in and finger
the blanket's weave with my toes.

Hunger pushes, rain pours, noises pull.
A bowl of oatmeal, bring my blanket with
me, that's my compromise.

And the gray clouds turned a bit whiter.

10.

and the violet creeps toward me slipping
through small buildings as they blush fluorescent

still moisture blankets reach for the
mountains, but they don't care I
imagine them hearing that dog
barking with a laugh while rightward
black trees are disappearing

the sparks on my hill's sister flitted
lost, the cost of sparkling eyes and their
playground. (tree whispers take over, birdflapping
wings, hush dear,
what you see is yours.

9.

So if language were to be surreal
to feel, to chill, to lose the hill
takes grass made of book pages
familiar voices tumbling, causing that
rumbling inside flying shark tooth
razor blade roller shade, I'm
taking a break from rations.
Supposing it's fashion, kick boot
cups till naan crumbles into
ghost juice, loose, tomato,
tomato.

8. (playing with translations)

Small Flag of Ellie

In chute strict taste and star light kitchen,
why don' Had the first personnels to say
by everybody in t who' S has not been
girl I and so on. About from feeling your
key 3 years do not examine the sunlight
the creation. Continual rui completely [barahu

Small Indicator of Ellie

Accurate taste of the increase, spangled inside
the kitchen, because don't has all the first
person with all, of that it admits when who
it will be; that the girl was not me etc. three
years of the seen one of stews to a
manufacture of the sun, no trend. Talent, of
that they make the intelligent number of all
the plant of the ice of the mosquitoes
pulling, of what alternating blows of the
unit of processing, increase of Frida Kahlo in
our hall, its impression.

Recognizing Ellie

The exact taste of
shoot, in the starry kitchen, why don't
have a
very first person to
no one says
who's that girl
I was not
etc.

The years from focus
look at a making
in sunshine, no
mood.

Talent knocking all the ice plant
wise series of gnats, ghost
Frida Kahlo
climb to our living room,
make your impression.