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belmont avenue east

sun leaping from the planes of your face

no coat

talking at the viaduct

first warm day of the year

darling

what did you say?

I’m drifting somewhere pull me back in

I’ve been alone so long I

forgot the sound of my own voice

black and white tile I’ve cleaned

over

and

over

fermenting things for no one

writing things for no one

while I think of you smiling across the table

at someone else

miles and miles from here

I go to the grocery store

for something to do

I read in a different chair

for something to do

a bad time!

but I won’t drink alone

on principle?

I want to tie sheets to the balcony while I

cling

to the bare mattress

but it’s fucking raining again

I didn’t understand what you meant when you said

you feared the dusk

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fuck vapor wave kids

 

dopamine crawling

down my spine

the sky is nothing

this drive is nothing

here is an empty convention center

with microorganisms painted on the carpet

space to move

I hate it so much when you die

so stop dying

rusting beams and

a sunrise to match

golden golden golden gold

let your hair grow

this is the tropics for crissakes