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organizational skills

i tell my best friend:if you needed it, i’d give you a kidneytransfuse my bloodtransplant my marrowmy heart my corneas my skinwhatever you need this is super weirdbut it isn’t a sex thinglike an emotional fetishi guess i love the ideathat part of mewill live inside of youliteralize the metaphororganize our friendship

monica matthews mournfully messaging me

how dare you send me west toward the mountains installing your wistful dreamslike so much softwarei may be a city girlbut i can drive hard& i can climb how to love someone:learn them & outshine themthey’ll certainly be impressed(this actually never worksbut i’ve never read a map better suited for)expressing & navigatingthe territory of totalContinue reading “monica matthews mournfully messaging me”

turns out it was just modest mouse lyrics after all

fresh blood, fresh snow sent screaming sober dancing without drinking is not the usual in this town we cowboys are all desperate for a new war or a new frontier the plains are cold tonight and we ride sore hearts and eyes searching for the last wild buffalo it’ll look so good on instagrami’ve gotContinue reading “turns out it was just modest mouse lyrics after all”

uncool ways of decathecting

maybe the hands-on bruisesnever faded & just slipped silentunder skin’s surfacelike a necklace i’ll never removewith a clasp i’ll never reach the first boy i ever kissedtried to kill his wifesome dramatic double suicide thingwith an insanity plea& daddy’s lawyers bought him outdodged that bulletby diving into trenchesstrangled out of breathwith nothing so inchoate asContinue reading “uncool ways of decathecting”

day four

and then last night i found myselfin family dollar staring blankly at bags of chipsand seeing only objectstrying to imagine eating themlike chewing wet cardboardsour cream and onion flavor my friend who’s been to rehabtells me don’t give up sugaryour body needs it detox is weirdbut i’ve spent entire days eating cakeand i’d rather justContinue reading “day four”

this lipstick tastes like lipstick: a feminist rant

the seasonal shit hit me hard this year and i had troublegetting out of bed and into the shower and dressed like a slobbecause who gives a fuck, i’m in a long term relationship with(a man, which, as my lesbian friend pointed outalready makes me a shitty feministin the collective minds of a certain brandContinue reading “this lipstick tastes like lipstick: a feminist rant”

the substance of the substance of the substance

she says no no no you don’t trust them but you can go to clubs and bend over and take it from four or five and never trust a one not to yuck a yum but whatever torsion exists in my root chakra is certainly bespoke and fuck if i don’t have to half loveContinue reading “the substance of the substance of the substance”

blank speech

well because see i have this thing with wanting i wasn’t allowed to want things when i was a kid the heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked who can know it hot damn sometimes the bible contains really great poetry i was always a psalms girl myself yeah that and ezekiel yearningContinue reading “blank speech”

murmuration

i’ll write this tomorrowwhen i’m not holding a cigwhen i’ve fallen apart againwhy is itwhen i’m togethereveryone’s scaredbut i divideyou could have so many pieces you’ve seen birdslike this personi ambroken up intohundreds thousands one & walt wasn’t specialfor containing multitudesyou fucking assholei’m sorry i didn’tmean that i’m not as explosive as you think iContinue reading “murmuration”