Anima Fatale - LGW
Anima Fatale Lili Ward There was an attempt made here, a little attempt at making a farm, Of raising a grain silo above ground level to prevent the rodents from getting at it. The beginnings of a house, just the tail end of her so still amongst the grain. ॐ I walk into the bathroom, my attempt at a bathroom, and see the way my mother has tucked in the soap as if for sleep, as if the soap is sleeping. Its head is resting on white tile, a single black pubic hair fashioned into a side-swept bang on its perfect white face. This is one of the many angels God has sent my way in the just-gone weeks, one cleanly, another fleshly and another chlorinated. ॐ A packet blonde on the Newport line, she is drug affected I think, plastic pleasers raising her above ground level, two stacked sets of false eyelashes like a million straightened pubic hairs. Mistaking my facial exercises for sincere affection, what an earthly shame that I prioritise looksmaxxing over lovemaxxing. Smiling at her ...
