a wormhole is a bunkerraw in its piracy
twisting stomachs into graceful flourescencecarving grandparents out of theft
meat condominium asks "where is my palate?"
it is either a public wormhole or a selfish sprawl
What is the sum of 11 and 11:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.