my life a desert and I drink perfume to slake my thirst
Obsession, Eternity, Égoïste, Escape, Envy
My stupidity is saddening. I mistake the sensation of falling with change.
I think I’m a miraculous metamorphosis
not a common bungee jump.
I am a citizen of dystopia.
I contribute to the sacrament of unease.
Smiling nervously. Recognizing anything but that which lies in my grasp, the very thing I can offer to the least of us. That which I can also take from the most.
I’m tired of making choices. Tell me what I am.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
I dream of uncharted landscapes, so we all
my map unfolds most when I am least assured of good weather
once there were explorers and now we call them refugees
and none of us can ever be assured of good weather again
hold fast darling girl, hold fast.
tomorrow I think we’ll be happy
I’m getting better at forgetting to remember
there’s a muscle in my neck that only can be released by thinking
I breathe in. I am not separate from the problem. There is no need to worry.
I am the problem.