poems

[notmeisme]

I need to make this stuff public so I'll become self-aware of it. Any comments appreciated:

An Open Letter to the Everyday

I always miss you,

the missing you, talking (in utero),

standing for something more than a testament

to time-lapse motion, we pointed

and pointed at the unpointable, fuck,

we built a museum, slept in the attic

and let the

Comments

[poebot]

this is a beautiful moment:

so fuck you for not noticing

the way the room walked through us

[avid_hues]

i agree with the poebot. also, the ending...

so we built a cage

full of nails hammered through

to the inside and yelled at the sky

because it was the closest window we could find

to an open ear.
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oof.