so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost