I feel like I have a bunch of books in me, but they're knotted up by these terrible things I tell about … [Read More...]
head pinched inched slightly towards sliced clean, knives through limes I smell on my fingers mixed with the cigarettes and angel sometime I feel like I am falling torn leaves and autumn like I always loved the icicle trees they happen once or twice a year, you know crystalized ice dreams sparkling in the moon…
there is something kind of comforting, breathable, about the smell of winter clothing, wrapped up in boxes for some other people. today i broke free, but in ways I can’t explain. Sometimes I am slow. Most of the time I am sharper than the ring of the valve. What makes someone hold that magical space?…
questionable minds. writhing in gutters. bring these bring them this that there they stand mirrored in the background can you, my love, see the difference between? I stand forgotten forgetting there is a certain something somewhere someone left me this is what happens when you bleed ten gallons of blood while your uterus fights your…
