(2014)
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
the very idea that i could be
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally