back TYLER MILLS
Voice of a Silhouette
I rubbed the rays—
albumen
strings through my fingers.
Imagine pulling poisoncoins across a counter,
to your stomach.
You don’t see my bone map.
I’m almosthere
now.
Still moving
throughthis.
Dream of the Morning Before It Split Open
Hypothesis: An Interview
Negative Peeled Back from a Cardboard Album
Voice of a Silhouette