(2015)
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
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
the very idea that i could be
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
bring me things to break myself upon till
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,