janet fitch

[pinkjoyfulgirl]

it sickens me to think of you
a prevalence of void
unholy
immovable
damned. gifts.
an overblown sense of his own importance.
i wish you were dead

forget about you.
crow
florid with
fantasies
it's so awful
a perfect imitation
a liability to love
forget you

quite alone
masturbating
rot
disappointment
grotesque

your arms cradle
poisons
garbage
grenades

loneliness
long-distance cries
forever
never
response.

take everything
feel me?
the human condition

stop
plotting murder
penitence
cultivate it
you
forbid
appeal

rage
impotent
it's too
important
I
cringe

fuck
you
insane
person
dissonant and querulous

my gas tanks marked FULL