Sunday, July 28, 2013

imagine not having a face and not having anything to look at when you are talking to one another. you could both sit comfortably. when someone would tell you about the person they like you could use all the sounds they make to picture the sweat on their hands when they see their favorite person and i think saying goodbye would feel a lot less like knives in your stomach. sounds seem less real and more nurturing, i think. 
hysteria is hiding inside of everyone you meet
the birds are so happy this morning they’re singing from their belly and they sound so excited i wish i could tell them how much they mean to me
one day my breathing will end and the room you stand in will turn to black

Monday, July 8, 2013

I want for all things to grow inside of me
to grip the tiles of my skin
and spread until they settle inside

I want to be a garden
filled with the disease of fragrance
and watch swarms of people hang on the skirt of my harvest
I'd like to watch them bury their faces inside of me

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

I either feel it or I dont. If I close my mouth, I can feel the beating of my chest keep pushing against me. I want to follow that sound into somewhere that grows.