swallowed whole
Like a rock, like a planet, like a fucking atom bomb. I’ll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness that I encounter everywhere I turn. I’ve seen it all before, in books and magazines. Like a twitch before dying, like a pornographic sea. There’s a flower behind the window. There’s an ugly laughing man. Like a hummingbird in silence. Like the blood on my door. It’s the generator. Like the blood on my door. Wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore. I’ve known it all along, like the bone under my skin. Like actors in a photograph. Like paper in the wind. There’s a hammer by the window. There’s a knife on the floor. Like turbines in darkness, like the blood on my door. It’s the generator.