I mean,
it’s only love.

It doesn’t have to hurt.

but allwhite right unvexed real people-pleaser

I think the interview went pretty well, although at one point I remember asking the interviewer to speak slower this time, using simpler words, words with no syllables if possible. 

Please dont forget to play. Can you remember 
the last time you danced?

Wind in the ears like / Water ungathering / In and out of baskets.

The door is broken, the home is not 
as we begin to compare our splinters 
before our squinting eyes.

nature doesn't give a shit about what I want

It was bad today.

I stood in Trader Joe’s two hours

written in the season of cattle mutilation

each morning i go online & look at pictures of pretty girls in new york city.

I feel sexy / as a sheared sheep 

in the mirror the face you see yourself | I’m so fucking good at this | the eye is an aleph and every place is you

what to do with this boyfriend sized chasm?

on a quest for boobs / i become evil

Sun on the creases of someone I love, shadows cut / our funny surface.

Always those who wreak havoc having their way.

And the rubber women were melting / Like gum on the hot pool deck

you can build the fist into a exclamation point

crumple my stupid heart / a thing of wire and feathers

You’re so beautiful I see that everything is beautiful. A mudslide. A wound. A dead raccoon.

Best time to buy a bra / is right before the moon finishes / milking itself

Our bones 
are always grinning.

my mother finds the name water / sweating blue cloud hairs

Addicted to this feeling / mitochondria eat your television