where this is coming from;
yes yes yes i was/am sad jealous upset still sensitive and otherwise concerned. no, i am not unhappy. i am picking up my footsteps.
.
i am x and y and numbers
she is teeth
and clavicle
and bones and
grit and fingernails
he is the fatty tissue
the arteries the
holy atheist in
my heart;
we are
tearing stretching
moving being, our
breathing is aligned.
this town ain't big enough for
all of us so let's settle down somewhere
else and sing home sweet hallmark and
print obscenities on our walls.
we'll catch ideas instead of fireflies
and dress to fit our moods
not the weather; a holiday
for everytime we smile.
she's about to pass out
but not before:
"no bottle is better
than your friends
are like your mind
we keep losing them
we're down for
the count but
there's always yesterday."
(our hands are all unclean.)