Nyah Bruce

human collector her edition

my world born and bloomed sprawling, curiosity-run-out

and slowed down. dizzy nesting took us out our lives.

sound swelling, the nuances, all them fruitful peachy seasons.

no senses prunes nonsense.

[I’d never had a prune, or a person, before you]

no senses prunes nonsense, and nyah loves 11:21 PMs

and you. or she did.

presence in you and paper dolls’ party hats on my wall.

paint chips part my mind, my kiss remembered last time.

high hold me human collection and collector

her edition. toy car collector, metal mini for me and you.

who wants them destroyed?

anticipation eats greedy nesting inside my mind, simple.

within it comes and out it runs a million. aren’t we

unfortunate? start The Immortalists and tin cans

and cars metal mini. white cowboy boots studded silver,

embracing my inner texan, inspired by you. pink ceramic

cowboy boot glitter, flitter, and fly me away,

moon son and sin.