his life was a grocery list
she was named after her mother’s sin
leftover jam on her open lips
she couldn’t stop herself from dying
jesus christ came, saw, and went
isn’t that what you’re searching for?
i think of people as bodies of water
(we are made of water after all)
with some people, upon first meeting, you can see an approximate depth,
i’ve always been careless with my possessions. i don’t believe that possessions have any value after they’ve been purchased. the monetary value — the cost — is no longer applicable once it’s yours and the tags are removed. the only value left is the value that you yourself imbue in them. so…
i’m a top, multicolored stripes spinning in unison
i’m excitement expired, left out too long on the kitchen counter, curdled, turned into anxiety
i’m the sensation of street smells, a mix of sewer and urine and gasoline
i fall a lot in my dreams. it’s a kind of falling that you could look forward to; it was so infinite. there’s no destination, no end, and so, no pain and no fear. i would fall and keep on falling and it felt heavenly, like waking up from a delicious dream when your mind and your body feel like cotton candy…
capacity \\ noun.
1. the ease with which you forgive but cannot forget.
2. when you stretch a rubber band until it runs into a wall, but before it breaks in two / a clay jar of water, the ones women carry on their heads in National Geographic magazines, that are filled, that overflow, that empty…
