(2013)
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
bring me things to break myself upon till
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
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
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
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