october bumble date

less human. less here.
my mother lost my face and now i’m
everywhere. smeared in public. pulp
in private. self-immolation summer on demand.
i’ll love you all again
at the first cold snap. wear your coat.
i used to be something. wear me out.

january 3rd

in the snowless hush again,
i never really learned how to press pause.

Adam of eternity in everybody’s bonfire.

terrified of the garish seasons.
how the ceilings always fall down into the newest parties.

howling fresh flowers, we’re waiting.

hold my breath. i want to be so old i remember
none of it. will january ever look like january again?

february with you

the dog’s getting older. you can tell
when she wanders in the tall grass
when the morning air hurts
in the shapeless dark. but she
still wonders. dreams technicolor. you call
Call of Duty mindless. brainless. i’m blowing minds
and brains out. we’re finally sober and we’re alone. no
one knock. silent as snow in here. planes
take off and land and thank
god we’re never on them.
Grand Theft Auto date night. a room of one’s own.
carjack hero peeling back the dawn. alive. look at
the sun rising over Los Santos. they grew all
this for you. i just stole you a slaughter-red coupe from
someone whose story doesn’t matter.
the radio sounds so grateful. i want you to listen closely.
they were playing our song.