Everything

is a beautiful
thing

if you went to a concert would you go to the front row?

I think you're really pretty,
But I focus on the raggae band instead

life's a funny place

maybe my self-care routine is me thinking
this is a game I can hack
maybe my lack of a self-care routine is me thinking
this is a game I can hack

i wanted

to chase after your rules

like afternoon thunderstorms

It's Hard to Understand a Person

when that person is you

It felt like

losing you happened 

behind my back.

galore

today i avoided you like porch light

to my headful of swerving bugs.

today i avoided me like a rest-stop bathroom that

hasn’t been cleaned by Tammy in two weeks

(fudged the numbers there).

Sometimes

I feel like someone is holding their hand
just above my skin but
they hold back.

Now This

Last night I fell asleep thinking pride was like a wild horse

I had to break. This morning the sun sits golden on the horizon,

Like the times I walked through the acrid, sick sweet smell 

Of burning trash, streets waking like your gut turning over and 

Starting in the morning. 

I remember the thick thudding of housemat being cleaned, the muffled 

Cough-hack-spit of a morning routine, birds freewheeling

Amongst the ramshackle wiring that reminded me of childhood doodles

And how I feel when I look at women. 

Now, my limbs ambling and loose, joints unfolding

Like math or a waterfall. 

Now, my thoughts hushed like loam. 

Body, standing in the middle of an empty highway.

No cars, no people.  

I remember, it is Easter.

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