and who's to even know if I've gone ghost again together alone skin now silent where once my caress was comfort where once my hands were conductors of symphonies and sparks in the dark I felt you flinch my chest caved in despite lack of intention . we kiss closed off I no longer pull joy from you . it is not my lot to be missed so I'll softly fade while you shift you have taken the moon from my mouth
distant entire those who've shared the alchemy of blood those empires of yesterday those reasons for crawl and there's something about a blushing ghost all the art we make of cobwebs while the earth in glacial increments dictates the strange and terrible director & stage light & tunnel
there's not much noise at the end of the day, here. i move around in silence because if i speak i'm afraid i will scream. when my father hit me he would hit me again if i cried and there's a part of me that will always be 7 i think. it hurts less if you don't expect it. when my father drank he told me i could be anything as long as i worked hard enough. have i worked hard enough yet? i don't want to be anything except loved. how many times can water fall from a duck's back before the duck is drowning? maybe on one hand i can count the ways you love me and on the other i can count the ways you don't. i forget how many times i have to say i'm sorry before it means anything; let me know if i can do anything; please, let me show you how i want to be loved. i have been forgotten so many times i have forgotten myself; when i was four my dad left me at childcare until evening and i was still so happy to see him when he came. since then, i have forgotten because what is there if not the
(After almost half a year) You observed once not long before you left us how people just come and go. You said it as if personhood were something you were just trying on briefly and you were just now weighing in with your judgment, and I remembered how we'd huddle deep in the recesses of our home like a school of shadows - us and ghosts, and the recluses before us in the thin lamplight - enough for each room to know that someone was there, and pictured my voice carrying over to you through the phone like shadow over shadow, wave over wave, like a photon as real as your fingerprints on the satellites in the sky mixing with the stars; the way it all bleeds larger through a blur as the night appears on a surface of a sleeve of water rushing through a pair of fingers.
i've been flirting with insomnia
fondling the cold neck of a bottle
i've been tongue kissing lechery
fingering a speckled purple mottle
you've left patches on my neck
you smell of grapes and stone cold regret
i've been
drunk and impressionable
and i want to let you take me home
and explore my body
like a catacomb
i am gluttonous and bare
guzzling from the rim of a wine glass
i am sun-kissed and exposed
groping at the lights
you've left some clothing at my place
but i don't think i'd recognise your face
i am
deso
Now you can place the TV
by a window,
and tell yourself
the sound of static
was a storm --
mistake the metal rabbit ears
for something else,
and blink back into now
come across a set of
hangers, tweezers,
or pair of spoons
that are anything
but an antenna.
Anything but a part of
an old living room
and a box
that has stopped
humming the giant silent
white noise.
***********
The way we open our doors
after a storm,
after rain,
and snow.
Now you can
tell yourself
it was a storm --
the continual hiss
becoming the sound
of rain.
The snow melting away
away into your neighbor's house,
the fog clearing.
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Literature
things i still don't have an answer for
you looked at me one night
and asked me how i
managed to live with myself
i asked you the same thing
(neither of us had an answer)
by day we were bmx bikes and
lazing by the creek with our dog
by night we were chain link fences
and the rattle of ball bearings
(inseparable, to be less poetic)
then we got older and we diverged
i watched you coagulate in a spoon
finding a new set of arms almost weekly
it was as good a drug as any
(that was the beginning of the end)
you came at me one night
and i let you tear into me
until you finally found exactly the right words
and i punched you right in the teeth
(i still have that scar)
by day you were
it all spins
when i am wrapped up
in these snares
when electric strokes
begin to warm
and i
still can’t
forget
i am choked
by panic ghosts
collars roped
around my neck
wearing tags
that do not say
my name