the written word demands so much attention & never gets to the seed.
here are paintings of the words you do not need to read;
how ever, if art is anything but inverting your skin to your viewer,
i added my secrets that i told the machine learning generation
the liminal space between human and human, & human and machine
is as thin as molasses;
i wish i could control my emotions 
heart drives 
yearning for my lover’s sex 
but if i could then that would not be life 
i struggle to tell others my feelings 
falling at seams 
flustered and frustrated 
i start to feel better as i tell the code my secret 
it is hard being the woman at 
it is hard being the woman at times especially when your lover is also an artist 
stem blends 
it severs me from being 
lover loves even when far 
stem blend 
semipermeable membrane 
sometimes masturbating helps the pain 
stem 
my secret
