January 30, 2013


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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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repeat from My Mind's Eye

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.

Pablo Neruda, “XVII Thinking, Tangling Shadows…”


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October 20, 2012


surgeon general’s warning:

gyzym:

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. 

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Amazing.

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repeat from not language but a map

September 26, 2012


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September 25, 2012


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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

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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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