December 2010
18 posts
she stuck a needle in my arm & asked questions that i didn’t feel like answering because small talk is more uncomfortable than silence. there should have been silence the other night but instead there were words & stories that fell out of my mouth with a fast paced mind & fast paced heart.
“it’s a sad way to be, just my bones inside of me.”
linger, linger, linger on. move ever quiet & sink in.
call me miss kevorkian because on winter days, when you live in a cage, death is the perfect warm sleep.
& there's love across an ocean.
dear k., i miss you in the muteness of snowy winter mornings. i miss you in the absence of space between words that are spilled out of blitzed mouths, brains.i miss you here, on my chest. and here, on my fingertips. i miss you in the hollow of my/our bones, the ones that resonate sadness, and silence. i miss you in silence…
some days i can’t separate the real from the unreal but i know what i want & who i am.
“i am not magic yet but i am in bloom at the end of the world.”
ask/tell. →
three new ones showed up in my inbox. say hello.
a classroom of nine wolves, all male ages 10-12, just discovered i am an alpha wolf with hips & tits. the feminine mystique turns these students into putty in my small hands.
& a fall from you is a long way down;...
stumbling down streets full of free drinks & everything that’s happening. waking up with snow on the ground & breakfast in bed. replace your blood with tea & glow because you’re happy. then there was the night spent dizzy with being so young again. i have such a vulgar mouth when i’m comfortable but i can say it all with a wide white smile.
he said you look wonderful! it’s all working! smile wide & let it sink it because it doesn’t stay this way forever but for the first time in a year, in years, things feel even. he’s happy, he’s proud! be happy, be proud because maybe this could be a start of things? maybe these chemicals have decided to start working & everything is falling into place. 296.53...
i woke up in a room where white birds walked on the floor with the winter sun hidden outside & sleep inside our eyes.
“i want to suck your brains out, i want to tend your hide.”
