sunshine girl

but when i ask has anyone’s love saved another stopped another sure ok it happens this is why humans keep dogs it’s their whole skill set what’s your greatest strengthand your biggest weaknesswell i am really good at lovingi can love you so muchyou’ll forget (momentarily)that the world is cold and meani will love youContinue reading “sunshine girl”

same product line as havana cunt

it’s self-flagellation seasonthe cards are sayingit’s a great time to fall in love& use it as a whipas a preventative measureagainst uglier forms of pain the stars predict griefthe stars predict numbness & anhedoniathe stars predict trauma falloutbut i can cross them,i’m a scorpio i’m growing out my hairso someone can pull it& i’m keepingContinue reading “same product line as havana cunt”

your hymnal looks infected

let us join hands and pray for the winter to end it’s freezing in this cell& our cells are freezingpray that we will get marriedto books that will treat us wellpray for deathto come slow and painfulso you’ll get one more chancelet us pray for mother earth& world peacelet us pray to find twenty bucksContinue reading “your hymnal looks infected”

we could be mirrors

you know what it isto starve on a full stomachto walk in cold rainlike you can wash the words looselike your sore feet will write for you& you know what it is to implode tonight only the dirt’s visiblethere are condoms & needles in my drivewayboth used and i used to laughthere’s another —another sadContinue reading “we could be mirrors”

sometimes the painkillers make the pain worse

it is tempting but incorrectto think of yourselfin this way (you are not the oyster,you are the pearl) and this hollow is nothingunless you shine a torchlighting empty depthsstill: it seems fullat least in the dark (you cannot live there,your body still holds you) building the ground you stand onbuilding hands to grasp youdigging dirtContinue reading “sometimes the painkillers make the pain worse”

one voice that whispers to itself

you know i think i knowsomething about that deep-downthing of which you’ve never spokenin daylight under cigarette haze if this makes you uncomfortablethen i won’t say it out loudafter this many bad shapesi’m questioning my fitsettling and ambitionlet’s take itand fake what we can getit’s all the same, no? so then why the despairgod isContinue reading “one voice that whispers to itself”

i mailed my old copy of infinite jest to italy because i couldn’t stand to look at it anymore

if you love something,never get paid for it. i’m a postage amateurfinally best to my bestswelling this blue boxand this oneheavy as my lungs he’s been out a long timeunseen as ever& spotted in an unclear skyshaking leaf to rootviolent splendor/violent love i can’t change my bonesor dodge this perfumefresh money, babysmells good enough toContinue reading “i mailed my old copy of infinite jest to italy because i couldn’t stand to look at it anymore”