(no subject)
maybe it was falling
your muscles fibers
before i knew
tearing
peculiar and sensibility
apart now
holding their selves
the bathroom tiles cold
upward, but
knobs turning, weak
apart now
so much that never
sensitivity has a name
a voice, a platform, two strong
belief in something
anything but this
goodbye then
try to make my theory of mind
pull on my arm
fit
gore
until taste transcends
i still cry
the materials here
salt, a silence, flood
settle for grace
you have to
falling
the barometer tells
incommensurability
the lamp conducts nothing
the peace won’t fit
rough, scaly now
isn’t my ____ enough
pitch into the night through
purple coral gray
streets never
vulgar, over
wanting
you don’t want me
push, tug, pull
haze
until the door finally shuts
x to y into z
i don’t know
give answers
i don’t know
i always knew