I liked how the cd receiver plugged into an Ampeg head instead of traditional stereo speakers. How the sound came out more soft, warm and small— though still full-spectrum I liked how Jesse Rose’s pieces were on the walls:              three svelte crème bodies traveling through magenta saturation her computer:             Alex (in schizophrenic obsession) gathering house-high wood-piles in their                 parents’ backyard             Jesse, Nikki, and Jesse D. wrapped up in Saran, tin foil, and neon string Up to                 their necks! Over their eyes! nipples now sticking through the un-raveling looted:             stained glass window pane, stolen chalk board from abandoned church lot on Montrose & littered within:             a triage of neon string. popsicle sticks. pairs of Nikes hot sauce packets joint and cigarette ashes bottle caps pins wrappers solder wire bits wire hangers skateboard wheels nails matches mini notebooks I liked how the shower curtain was a bed sheet the window treatments were bed sheets the beds canopy a table cloth the kitchen table had no table cloth I liked that their five by two cement back porch beyond the French doors held a bicycle, spray paint project remnants, a wheelchair, half of a blender I liked that when Chris came home from 7-11 with some chewy gummy candy sour straws and slurpees for him and Jesse I wasn’t surprised that Jesse got mad that Chris got her a coca-cola flavored one instead of cherry. I said Ok I’m gonna go I think. Chris said hey I gotta get that hmm yea whatever I liked that whenever I came down prior to four on a ___day Chris, grumbling like Garfield with a Winter cold HoldONAsec be there! Then sucked the door open into, a pillow in front of his cock, slipping out of its case Picking a health bar from the center aisle food stand in Kramers’ is daunting. BUILDER’S Triple Chocolate, BALANCE Chocolate, LUNA Cookies & Cream— I pace between these & the pre-packaged kitchen sandwiches: BBQ seitan— a saucy mess? Long veggie wrap— too phallic! The cashier kneeling in front of the register’s stand keeps turning her head of metallic baby blue eye shadow, I stare into her shiny eyelid pools & trip! over leftover seeds from a past customer’s whole-wheat slice. I brush off my pants with the back of a webbed hand & pace between the sandwiches & health bars again. I finally buy the BBQ