i know i'm just a fool, they're writing all the rules, those fingertips, those fingertips
last night i had blood sisters, and i thought i wasn't bleeding. my mistake.
i fell asleep reading:
"balanced there, suicides sometimes meet,
raging at the fruit, a pumped-up moon,
leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss,
leaving the page of a book carelessly open,
something unsaid, the phone off the hook
and the look, whatever it was, an infection."
with my thumb stuck between the pages, and my head in her lap as,
"in this way, heavy and thoughtful,
warmer than oil or water,
she rested, drooling at the mouth-hole."
and we danced to angry johnny and i realized that i am only a
dancer in the dark, and that i only enjoy
dancing with myself.
watched the juniper tree: wished i had an icelandic accent and was a witch,
so i could cut off the fingers of blonde boys and sew one into their little mouths with black wool.
you will never speak of this.
slept until four and feeling fuzzy, off to get some chicken shwarma and buy groceries.
also, i really hope i [we] get this paloma job.
i fell asleep reading:
"balanced there, suicides sometimes meet,
raging at the fruit, a pumped-up moon,
leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss,
leaving the page of a book carelessly open,
something unsaid, the phone off the hook
and the look, whatever it was, an infection."
with my thumb stuck between the pages, and my head in her lap as,
"in this way, heavy and thoughtful,
warmer than oil or water,
she rested, drooling at the mouth-hole."
and we danced to angry johnny and i realized that i am only a
dancer in the dark, and that i only enjoy
dancing with myself.
watched the juniper tree: wished i had an icelandic accent and was a witch,
so i could cut off the fingers of blonde boys and sew one into their little mouths with black wool.
you will never speak of this.
slept until four and feeling fuzzy, off to get some chicken shwarma and buy groceries.
also, i really hope i [we] get this paloma job.