Watch a cartoon, shit

Salt
Salt
Sep 5, 2018 · 1 min read

inspired by Naia F.

The taste of leftover icecream

already melting;

I can’t swallow any more days

the slow hurt of late afternoons.

Watch the pain recede, replaced by

restlessness;

heads blown up to grotesque proportions

lips that taste of dust&dusk

limbs slowly rupturing.

The room is simultaneously too loud&too quiet

and where do we lay down

our bodies emptied out of flesh.

We’ve been watching cartoons for hours now,

and nothing coming

but the sonic reverberations

of images whose sharpness wounds us.

I am suddenly very tired

of it all.

Electric Blues

after Naia F’s collage 016

We stay put; nothing can make us stop waiting

our hands so full of everything

it hurts to breathe.

There it is the remembrance

of fractured walls

of mouths so wide open you’d think they would

fall.

The hole through which we satisfy our hunger,

the way we eat dirt like we never stood still&screamed

ourselves to sleep.

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Salt

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