soon, i hope ( Read more... )

attention should never be payment--but if it is,
you're overdue.

( ___ )

crouching in small spaces, inside our small minds, leaving the burden of existing squarely upon a pulsating host. seeing without perspective, moving without dimensions, and still confined. you want to give up, crawl even further, recede, forfeit integrity for safety. i listen, ear pressed firmly against door, tensing with anticipation ( Read more... )

i've been a fraud, living behind and between text. this is not the first time i have had too many words, and no matter how many i have, none of them ever mean anything (except you ( Read more... )

in need of host.

v,
i've finished reading michel houellebecq's platform, thinking that, at moments, the narrator could be you.

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we get too comfortable with each other.

he came home and battered me, last night, 'you're so beautiful', he said, in the emergency room, i loved him as he held my hand, later, he made breakfast;
i still remember the pain as i chewed and swallowed the scrambled eggs.

what is not overcast is an opaque grey, and between twenty feet in front of me and you, there are too many unknowns, all waiting for prediction. [just keep walking]
you keep your eyes forward.

and i keep waiting, walking on the wrong side of the road, for a rogue vehicle to come spiraling out of the depths to kill us. we will make a commitment ( Read more... )