the beyond of cinema

on Twentynine Palms and rectangles of light

All the rectangles of light.

All the bodies entwined on the rocks.

All the hot takes gathered together and crushed to dust on one tongue.

All the see-through water in all the blue swimming pools.

All the chlorine tasted then spat out.

All the indiscernible animals lining the edges of every rectangle-shaped dream.

All the gold spray paint coating the night to…