Wednesday, July 31, 2019

There are words
weighing heavy on
my lips

But they don't budge,

they sit there
digging in their heels

resisting the urge
to be written

Friday, March 8, 2019

Bite-sized bits

Underwear
is aspirational
somedays

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A pencil is more reliable
but less permanent.

A tricky payoff, no?

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I don't dream about tornadoes anymore,

But I smoke now, sometimes.

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Maybe I should go find someone to fuck.
Is that what this is? Surrender?

Surrender.

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Is it possible to smell like anything
other than sweat
and mosquito spray here?

Human

How sad to be a camera.

They see death
and don't feel sad.

They watch people have sex
but don't get aroused.

They witness horrors
and don't scream out.

How sad to be a camera.

They see everything.
And feel nothing.

Lucky.