One of 5 gifs of frames that act as borders for the webpage and layer on top of each other, shuffling when you scroll. This one is rainbow-colored and recalls the 70s and natural gooey movement. It also has a solid and straight non-animated blue-grey line around its edge. One of 5 gifs of frames that act as borders for the webpage and layer on top of each other, shuffling when you scroll. This one has as its background a black curved thick line, something like what a child would draw. On top of that are about twenty images iterations of one flower, moving in various sizes and positions. The flower has 5 petals, darker pink on the edges, and a yellow center with little stems coming out of it. The petals are far apart from one another. One of 5 gifs of frames that act as borders for the webpage and layer on top of each other, shuffling when you scroll. This one also has a solid and straight non-animated blue-grey line around its edge. Here, the animated part consists of bright pink and dark magenta stripes arranged as though they are coming out from the center as rays from a sun. They are speckled with white sparkles of various sizes. One of 5 gifs of frames that act as borders for the webpage and layer on top of each other, shuffling when you scroll. This one also has a solid and straight non-animated blue-grey line around its edge. Here, the animated part consists of bright pink and dark magenta stripes arranged as though they are coming out from the center as rays from a sun. They are speckled with white sparkles of various sizes. Girl in a jacket
Two fingers (index and middle) pulse in tucking ice into
this repetitive body. They: jump at the corners of these eyes, tap, scratch, spin, taste
any object, hum—gestures bigger than this naked body; bigger
than the hands that rub the heart, then clasp there, squeeze together, vary their wrists.
Fingers touch one another, feel crushed.
Freedom hides as angel (or demon or parasite) with eyes wide-open
(or subhuman dreamer) and invents a shield that disturbs emotions into pins and needles, when held up, for a long time. Two fingers sleep-scratch (pinky and ring), and resemble several snarled lines. Every itty line on anything metallic will enter this
brushed-off, un-jagged neck.
Maybe we live with a cat, now, uncovered with one small lick, who
caught the scent of some subtle stress and grows by the minute and moves
her eyes just a little, in and out, who
shakes this bed, squeezes
these fingers, slips through their cracks like cups out of cup-dispensers, and lands
flat on the floor.