(2015)
the very idea that i could be
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
we are nearly always a world which almost
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.