when you're sitting at the table with me the world's fingers are in my ears and i'm wrapped in a resounding silence. i've been watching lips move for quite some time now, paperthin words drop from gaping mouths but their limp wings don't quite get them off the ground. i've heard nothing, spit something of substance. faces are unreal to me. unclear ( Read more... )

some nights i get these bursts of godknowswhat when im sitting around in my underwear listening to latenight jazz eating yogurt and i can only try scrawling down the words to describe how content i am to be here (before i give back into the hairpulling dreams and the dry throats and awkward pauses, the lack of sleep, the oversleeping ( Read more... )

i took the wrong way home last night, intentionally, and im still slapping myself for taking that road. theres a certain sadness in everything and im left all washed up. i see fingers pulling at the stray threads and im beginning to see that this is a slow winding down. my words are gaudy. i sound too self-important, too contrived but ive just ( Read more... )

i knew my vowels.

aeiou (and sometimes y.)

and you. three vowels that took me awhile to wrap myself around. i had to squint my eyes to make out the details of your face; you were a cold body and a bad haircut. lipless with two bitumen eyes. whatever was left filled in with a dull pencil. i wrote about you like i had traced every bone in your face ( Read more... )

i've been counting my mosquito bites. they're even between my toes. it's ridiculous. all ive got on me now is a string of teenage cliches. i've given into the fucking disease that is apathy...as ive got a serious lack of sleep, lack of focus...hence it is almost one thirty am and the lights are off, but im wide-eyed and wide, wide awake. im ( Read more... )

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the last thing i remember is sitting in the passenger's seat, driving west into the sunset with familiar fingers curled around the steering wheel, closing my eyes... i woke up in a warm bed in this wrinkled, stained shirt ive been wearing for days now (it helps me remember where i've been.) my throat was dry, my tongue running across thin chapped ( Read more... )

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i hate the way we multiply and divide. no one wants a remainder. we've gotta classify, define, and sort it out in colour coded jars.

crack this teapot and kick me out of this daydream state.

there's sand in my ears. i went to the beach last night. the sky must have been too full...anxious and trying to keep from spilling its secrets. tomorrow everything changes. i want some tea, some sleep, and i want to find a moment where everything fits like stacked spoons.