pillspillspillsthis is called Help.they said accept it twice a daybetween thoughts like autumn[whirlwind, & passing ideas]mom names it Smiles, shecalled it Solution. you-you don't know, it tasteslike Change. a reekof Dependence, ofthings that rot.Warning: may cause;delusions of normalcy;nervous hands- that shakewhen you swallow;meetings on that corner ofinsanity. A boy will call younormal.Continue until otherwiserecommended, i.e.,saved.or until hair smells of smoke:sign of a mind that burns.they say you have sad eyes.
loving backwardsSincerely, Iwould have kept your every breathin cracked and plastic sheets, sealed halfway soyou'd seep through and our exhaleswould be the mutation- rather, the integration ofone person and another panting.Painting autobiographies withthe moments we lost to emptied lungs.my bars are rusting, don't make melet you loose, the world won't keep yousafe like I do. Dear, you. or at least you're dear to me
m i s t a k e sIn the right light,on a broken road ina doubtful night, I'd havelet you believe our handskept the world in a machine,where you could keep it,meticulous, running in a circle.And in that circle, the pathscracked, while you saw sweetness,porcelain eyes and smileswhile they waved and wewere running. Two legswe tied together, on the streetand in your hair.I saw a child in your eyesthrough blissful unaware, thoughthey ran on your freckles, thetears kept you so pure. But then,where were the rivets birthed?The streams erode the land, itmade your heart and feet old.How far you've strayed fromour imperfect circle.I know you saw starswhen you closed your eyes.You cut them out on your lidswhen no one was looking, andthat came easy- it's all they ever did.You used a star you'd found in the roadas the stencil, and now you can seewith that star, as lonely as you are.In the right light,they're as radiant as you felt, sitting andrarely breathing, just above the groundi
Defining Spinelesssometimes I am a jellyfish,and plasma ribbonstrail out from my head.when a single membranedifferentiates the me,from seas and they swallowup my legs and eyes-that I so carefully madein paper-mache, and fromsand I found on the moon-I remember I aminvincible.and lack the boneswith your wordsyou triedto break.