to be
the only one
lonlier than thou
shifted gaze
cold snap of the neck
to stand
to leave
seek a hollow
warm
warmer
to crouch
to crawl
settle softly
into
endless hours
Heaps and vines
Window crate
Open structure
Hollow tower
An inconceivable incline
The impossible box
the boy who cries wolf
doesn’t get to be upset
when he gets eaten alive
hard 2 b soft
i m sad
but
i m dealing w/ it
NOTWELL
but u no
good girl bad bitch
ashamed of
my tendency
to ignite
a hard spark
erupting in
pure heat
…
i wish
to be softer
cooler
smoother
a languid, shifting shadow
a pool of dark water
a pile of untouched clay
a sweet lil lamb curled up in the hay
fresh and innocent and new
I coo and kneel to kiss the baby’s head
the lamb laughs and spits in my face
I don’t know how to be a home
I wrap my arms tight
and try to hold together
hold in
it empties
into what though
where does it go
it leaves me
trickles out
winds around the corner
down a slope
and slowly drips
into a little black hole
i’m sucking on honey
i’m stuck in the mud
the bad place had orange walls
the floor was unpleasantly cool and
stuck to our feet regardless of the season
the bad place was never home
was an afterthought of its creator
tucked away underneath
beauty in the bad place:
the lake iced over
the little moon dog
a suggestion of tenderness
the velvet turn of your cheek
you were born with a bruise that has only begun to show itself
that burden you carried but never could name
the shame that simmered up slow