there’s something about flowers an… you ask someone why they pick flow… “because they’re pretty.” you ask someone why they pull weed… “because they’re ugly.”

there has got to be something fuck… that would ever make you look at m… “yeah, i want to love that.” and there has always been somethin… that keeps hoping someone will cho…

i am beginning to blur at the edge… i’ve been becoming something of lo… i think i’ve wanted this storm lon… that it will wash me away with it.

i’m busy with bruised legs covered… i’ve got my black boots kicked up… on a hot swing set in the backyard of a church that doesn’t want me. i’m saying fuck, getting familiar…

i loved you. i think it’s importan… i stored love for you in places i… i loved you in states of yours tha… i loved you. when you screamed so loud that the…

i painted a crane on the wall yest… i’ve got a jade bracelet sitting i… i can’t wear it anymore, because i… thanks, grandma, but now it’s coll… not bringing much beauty or luck a…

i am scared of you now, of this stranger who has taken you… those familiar eyes now watch me,… your loose hold now tight and the… this beast of grief has eaten you…

we’re dogs at your door, but i’m a mutt and he’s a purebred… he wants the bed and i’ll take the… it’s whatever you want. i’ll be whatever you want.

my bones scream to escape this ski… to tear through my flesh and force… then to let them dangle by their p… my teeth are too big to share this… and my tongue is too large to fit…

he’s full of tuesdays and peonies, and i’m made up of saturdays and b… so he says, forgive and forget, and i say, get high and throw dart… he’s got his arms open wide

“who do you think you look like mo… on a hot august day (as they usual… “your mom or your dad?” you swung back and forth on the wo… i drawled my reply, thick as the a…

i don’t miss you as much as i thou… isn’t that terrible? aren’t i such… i told you, curling into myself, s… that i smell your clothes when i f… i refused to wash them or set them…

“be thankful to god for bringing y… god had no part in what i became o… he was a callous bystander, a watc… he watched me cry and then drowned… god watched me start wars and lose…

always a victor, always a fucker. always a loser, always a fucked. so it goes. so it burns.

i love you and isn’t that it? isn’t that a slur? to say i love you, when your father spilled that