weepy, faraway freak under imaginary interrogation lights— they sear into clandestine melancholy she has tried so hard to keep it c…
my clock— synced mere seconds past yours, carves a great chasm we fail— to match everything at
just never quite knowing how to be a person— my formative years wrecked by white-out graffiti a brief glimpse of that
there’s something in the air that speaks to the piercing rain - some giant, flailing wisp of inter… the dazzling electroshock of occas… sprinting spears -
sunlight pours through the trees - I stand to watch as light kaleidoscopes through branches,
lying in our bed in a wet towel awaiting your arrival— just wanting you to want me— every part of me for one solid hour
a deep chill delving straight to bone fragmented shadows become full figures - long and lithe,