(2014)
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
bring me things to break myself upon till
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
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