January 2009
3 posts
in the morning
I don’t want to watch the sun come up today. I really felt like typing a little something a few minutes ago but now I kind of just want to continue laying here while the urge to scratch my eyes out of their sockets increases.
da, da, da, da, da
da da da da, da, da, da, da
Everything aligned.
I know what I did was wrong.
postscript- I forgot to breathe
up all night
When the train pulled up beside us the cold air stung my cheeks and for whatever reason made the realization of saying goodbye so much stronger. That’s why the ride was long. That’s why watching your taxi drive away yanked at my heart and pulled down my tears. - I want you to fill up my pages. Scribble your thoughts in the margins, highlight the names of the people I love and underline...
naked as we came
You undress me with your mouth, lips parting to spread the skin from my bones, my organs underdeveloped beneath your syllables. I dislike you for your ability to talk your way out of anything, into anything; the way you vocalise everything as if there is no other way to share. No glass bowls or trays overflowing with snacks, but the gape of your mouth, stuffed; the guests plucking trinkets from...