microwaved angels

I CAN NOT SPEAK. I CAN NOT. I CAN NOT USE LOWERCASE, OR NOT USE APOSTROPHES. [HELLO, HOW CAN WE COMMUNICATE?] I WILL INVITE NEW RULES TONIGHT, BECAUSE I NEED TO SAY OUT: CLOSE MY EYES NAND WISH IN NUMBERS. I WILL FIX MY—CORRECT MY FINGERTIPS LATER. I JUST NEED TO SEE THE LIGHT THROUGH MY TIGHTLY BRUISED EYES. LIKE MICROWAVED ANGELS, AND NEON, FUCKING DEATH, ITS COLD MUSHROOMING STUBBORN SPITTING BEAST, A WANT.

I AM AFRSI AFRAID FOR ME. ONLY B BECAUSE I WON'T BE ABLE TO TURN THIS THESE INTO BANK NOTES. THIS IS AFFLICTION WTIHOUT WITHOUT YOU—YOU NEEED NEED TO BE SEEN OR ELSE.

MILKY VISION STAINS ME EVEN NOW.

I can hear: I love you in the water.

maybe i am hearing you.

I will never write the book and have always dreamed.

I just need to see the light through my own tightly bruising eyes, what are microwaved angels, and the neon spittle of want and death and beast.