Sometimes I hate you.


Manumit ManifestoI wantManumit Manifesto
aborted fetuses in pickle jars;
I want to be studied, like a contour drawing.
Like Hiroshima, I want my flesh embossed on Enolan walls, clad in tar and ash.
I let out little goldfish from plastic bubbles. They sprout legs like moss, press through the olive-colored lips of a river, arms around me and all.
I want to feel your chill when I turn off a light.


Hobbit HoleI spent my summers smoking, folding a paperback book in half, creasing the spine.Hobbit Hole
I forgive the sounds of peeling posters off my walls.
My knees are not weak for you. Like a piano, they are made of ivory.
Go ahead; strike a chord; hear what happens. Like post-it notes we peel apart.


late night skepticismlate night skepticism blanketed in damp hope shivers and tears right where we belonglate night skepticism
valley of fears darkened skies
with streaks of red there can be miracles
crimes vs. misunderstandings chatter and talk singled out in numbers three, seven, twenty-one
moon-spot-street-stop-light patterns of rib-cage shadows flutterings of tiny wings and leaves of grass
positive out-sun-burst negative-charged light chalked-over sidewalk dancing in the dawn
flightless weightlessness twenty-five minutes
Reflection

magic mirrorsmisery is a butterfly that settled it's pastle wings, and asked her kindly for her gentle mind.magic mirrors
she wrapped split fingers around lovely bones and hummed a hymn from childhood memories while nasty faces made a smile only Wednesday could appreciate.
It was that taste at the corner of her mouth. She ran her hand through her hair and her nerves shook as she pulled back strand after strand, wrapped around cracked nails. handfuls of hair, handfuls of dead hair. &n


Last Symphony(i) how those tentative fingertips trembled as they fell with soft tenderness upon my burning scars... and I felt cold but you did love with such feeling that I shed a tear and silently hoped my love would not wane and hurt you and this is what makes me feel cold...  Last Symphony
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Now comes the mystery.
Sweet.
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*OoOoo.
Zbigniew Preisner did the score for Three Colors. He's one of my favorite musicians.
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