January 30, 2013
November 26, 2012
What are we to be finished with ourselves
so early? To have had enough already,
when we probably don’t even know who we are yet.
We have lived longer from being sleepless and stoic
but our skin is still tight. The screws move our lips into place and
high cheekbones never perish. Sunken eyes can be covered.
We will be the first to die backwards,
younger than the last generation. We may be naive but we are aware, we are mature.
It is the spinning self-doubt and sadness that keeps us fundamentally stationary.
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November 6, 2012
Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
Hour that is mine from among them all!
Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.
Such a passion of weeping tied to my body.
October 20, 2012
surgeon general’s warning:
one:
she’s got knives where her cheekbones should be and hair that’s always dirty, and she offers you a cigarette like your response is predetermined; this is where it starts. you have spent your budding adolescence poking at your rapidly growing breasts and popping zits in the mirror like you will win something if you just leave enough little scars, and she is always looking at someone else. the first drag tastes like death. the second drag, like death. by the third drag you are counting the seconds, one two three inhale, until you can slip into the bathroom tucked safe inside and cough until your lungs give out. you do not cough in front of her. she still
does not look at you twice.
Amazing.
from not language but a mapSeptember 26, 2012
September 25, 2012
June 3, 2012
let me in
she lives in a [spaceship]
f l o a t i n g
and she doesn’t want to leave
she suits up as a paper doll, fleeing
(out of sight)
she hopes everyone will hold her, will stay
through solitary games
but she has locked herself too tight
shards of shell piercing
shards of people circling the crater
March 5, 2012
it feeds you,
it feeds you
the simple feeling
the veins completing
the cycle
repetitous
blood rushing to keep up
sanity necessary
as ears
stained pink.
everything to you dear
deep and ordinary
bears another scar
i wish to ignite
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