TIANA REID
WILL I EVER STOP SMOKING
—off-season fire hydrant—slick
yellow dew—
ghostdance with defiance
another—set of circumstances—
—cystic demons, dusty sandwiches, dying again—
it’s telescopic, trilliumed passageways
8am in montreal
fragmented call—big lack
notebook full of bars—
fluidity trains key—recall the fragment
—member the wreckless loose-tongued waterfall
crinkly setting apart—roundabout pineapple—
feel the plastic, savory, animal
—well well well—losing grip
as they say—
vybrate together-task
announce lifechasm—
the might, the air—exited
together—swank!—i love it
—I love it, so gone
I’m so gone I love it
(do the girls back home radiate
like this) (they have to)
so long to my disgust—the valiant tedium
undesirable sanction—co-release my little
toes—luck—biting—perfume—
a little archive of forbidden—
on god—begin again—aloof paradigm