She whispers through the end of her cigarette, words which billow like smoke. Her hair is soft and makes rings on the pillow. When she smiles, its always careful, like a secret she doesn't want anyone to know. When she speaks, I have to lean down to listen, "My lungs are broke." I laugh but I am so unhappy, "Probably on account of all that smoking ( Read more... )

It is two o’ clock in the morning and Marie is sitting in her living room smoking a cigarette. Her eyes feel tired and she briefly wonders about sleep before the idea exhales from her mouth like smoke. ‘I am alone,’ she thinks and the idea feels sodden. She tests it aloud to the empty air of her house, “I am alone,” and her words reverberate ( Read more... )

lips pressed together like the petals of flowers ( Read more... )

I am sure there exists a meaning in these words ( Read more... )

“I met a man once who told me about the fire that lit up the clouds and killed his momma when he was six years old he was talking about lighting and he meant that he took a knife one morning and plunged it into his mommas heart when it was stormingoutsidecause his momma hated it when it rained ( Read more... )

I know that there is a deep lover of music in me, somewhere ( Read more... )

I got rainbows
yah rainbows
I got rainbows
rainbows
when momma
wanted flowers

my momma she told me that the love you find in the movies just don’t exist
and momma would know: left 2 men
one being my father the other an artist
‘the love you find in movies just don’t exist’
and she would knock back another/another/another bottle of wine
‘no sir-ee, you gotta work for it’

GulpGulpGulp

When I think of it
I cannot help but be reminded of the skull of an ape
static wires and bone entwined like vines against dirt:

Your eyes looked so peculiar. A feathered stem around a dilated pupil, another against a hunter green, and one shoved so delicately and deeply I was sure you must be blind.

And when I asked you ( Read more... )

God peered up at me from behind his silk hat, his eyes glistened in surprise: tears
“Hello, darling, oo-ooh, I see you found the flowers I left inside your head”
yesssssmells like daises fireworks blood yes God thank you God
and he gave me a silk hat to cover up the hole.