(2014)
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live