I can’t get over what’s not at arm’s reach gargoyle crumbling on
the parapet sad men are objects whatever’s on our mind is in our
way morning as a threat zen is bullshit the world in a laptop glow
desire has a spiral about it wolves in an estuary I don’t want to
think about anything light flipping out in the laundromat the pleasure
of pleasure meat in the freezer if I love something it won’t die
essence is everything pentagrams daubed on the subway
I’m new in a new place your face is a still life some of
the fruit will rot sorrow is the wrong kind of magic I
ogle the mountain emote my way into a habitat people
imagine the worst birds pummel the ground love in an
urn I believe in something to keep it from happening
my body is the same as my past cops hitting people
a house of 90s goths weeping which planet is this
feeling ameliorating pleasure with pain the sequins
of modern circumstance I want a death I can live
through you wave to someone on a computer screen
wisteria blurs its way out of summer the lake too
is going away I feel closest to something when it’s
gone I don’t mind I like not having the space
there’s nowhere to go with actual feelings a ziploc bag
of shrunken plums culture is a little smaller now birds of
paradise in a dark place the threat of value hovers like an
anchor what’s the safe word for I’m not dead scary place
after scary place it’s so desirable how shiny blood is an
altar of soggy roses a bullet hole tucked away in the curtain
everything’s more beautiful on fire the luminous womb of
the internet can’t salvage us
I wanted to make my yearning significant so I fell
in love with conceptualism the vampire girl sipping
lemonade in a tutu a coliseum crumbling in a white
desert all emotional catalysts aren’t baroque enough
why must we go back to our lives wild forsythia
supine on the barbwire this spring is a sadder more
impossible last spring an absolutely decaying teenage
glitter I’m afraid self is a meddling of experience
vodka bottles blooming in the cemetery I want the
modern to feel religious again