when she says she wants to talk less during the daywhat is the correct response?yeah, I understand. do you hate me? i don’t want to bother you. i love you.
maybe not all ribcages can hold heat, some lovemust be ice water to keep the bones from burning. howdo you pivot at full speed, perform alchemy on yearning,molecular reconstitution of our basest instincts, leadone minute and praying we wake to the touch of Midas
it is the Grey morning of the last day
and I am watching a curl of smoke unravel itself over someone else’s garage.
The room is chilled and the pillows smell like piss. My feet hurt,
i used to think love was crying over the phonei used to think it was clutching limbs whendrunkenly they covered you with blamei used to think love was swallowing swordswithout learning the technique, fatal and free
How could a storm assemble a port?Could titanic winds, hollowing over crags of oceanever build a home, an open embrace for frightened soulsa lighthouse that illuminated the rocky pitfalls
it is 2:16 in the morning and the world feels like lake water.i am swimming through, eyes barely open, and feeling nothing.i’m thinking about him, about the way he drownedthe way his body crumpled, taut muscle crinkling like foil
We are talking laps around the poolyour sentences are treading water andI am freestyling, every word distantlyconnected to the one before it, but stillsmoothly motioned and pushing us forward.
On the 1,036th day, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, escorted byGod and a caravan of angels in armored Lincolns,departed his bed in Parkland Hospital and resignedthe Presidency involuntarily. These are our conclusions.
you cannot stop or they will noticeyou are going somewhere and nothere but somewhere else, undeterminedto exist but certainly a place beyondearshot and out of sight of a girl whois whispering to her friend because youmade this lap already. it’s a loop you’re stuck ina loop you’re…