my ghost haunts this land overrun with consequential yearning one year stretched into a lifetime of sweet, soft pain built a life on emotional solitude look back at a body that stinks of the dead I'm not used to this undoing ends of a plastic cord melted with
light covered darkness spills out in a cool breath anchor in knowing and loving difficulty hiding this truth in metaphor anoint myself to a new journey slick skin stretching with time distance myself from the valley over twisted lines
Cut blind, make an excuse for what it is that I have. Lift out, duck under, this doesn't feel like a jab. Scrape quick, out of the bottom for some of the useful stuff. Ache and moan, bitch and grown, now I know when I've had
I'm up and over the edge and this question comes to me. I break on the bank of this paltry image of you. Stand in the wake of the rare thing that can be the beginning of becoming. Stick straight, out and around, it flows through me now.
In the same way we've always been, we are one. I can't explain this to anyone, I don't want to even try. I'm here and I'm alone, and I'm there and I never am. I'm allowed
Grease filled mother, I don't need clothes to say who I am. I take a deep breath and raise my hand. Dream of blood and a stand up scene. Are you sure that you know what you mean?
The flow of consciousness is on a loop that spills out onto a page. Alive in the new same old way that I've always been. I'm in a cocoon. The self sloughed down into nothing. Same parts take up an unrecognizable form.. Some day this will
drink in this new way to exercise divination I'm over this melancholic dying on the cross take a walk in the rain under polka-dot umbrella stand behind, have a look at something that I'm not
i leave an offering on my bedside table. i think i know this is overdue can't sleep without looking at pictures of you hum in my head when the choice is a little unclear there's something i'm missing that's making it harder
bird learns horror story of clipped wings what noise can my throat make if it sings? coming up the back stairs, shaking in the moonlight come on just go to bed now, I can't do this tonight
what's for me and what's for you? endless need to cannibalize too soon drink sour sweet water, fill body with frozen stuff I'm not convinced it'll ever be enough
Going away to come back different, changed. Isn't that what I've been taught to do? Trees peeking little kinds of green, mind lost on a loop. I'm over being over & over. Say it out loud, giant, big, fat, jinx. Curl my lip at