Intake
I was born in a smokestack of desire roundness + softness +
all things etherealmademoral / insolence made underground
so they curtain over the deepest smoldering wounds
the ones that really curdle.
/ like all three hips have been dislocated
there’s a specific way a broken woman walks /
out of leaping / of god’s lowest willows, after drowning
and drowning / in the haggardness
I’d imagine you’d never stop coughing / but beautiful, listless.
This Is An Example Of My Issue w/ The Liberal Orthodoxy:
oh babe this is radical.
only you me evil & god have been human
on a day where no tailgate could
rally me / & the aggression that
follows
and hefts itself into an
acidic jacuzzi in your skull / a fear
a trauma / a way to see the world
sometimes there’s no need for continuance.
sometimes one brush with god is enough
/ in plain light
& malleable me-animal headinknees
as keys fallclink
[thick paste in my mouth]
Did you keep your socks on >
what
Did you keep your socks on >
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do you have to write this down
Progress
I. Blue capsule, yellow tablet Fluoxetine 40 mg once daily
Clonazepam 0.5 mg as needed
there’s a neighbor who takes his smoke breaks
around the same time as me and others
i assume like me/they speak down to her and call it
realness, like: with a name like southern comfort
what could go wrong >
i’m nervous around things man-made; for that reason
i’m nervous around myself sometimes, I think
/icouldbetheone/ to move on
past the man-scars, but they’re deep & jagged
& reopeningconstant/ly like a sweetness you chase
// under the train tracks //
where you’ve never seen teeth sobeautiful / precious
porcelainporn or something similarly degrading
like Black Friday shopping
II. Whitehealth (morning dose) Quetiapine 100 mg
/you’d think sweetness is something i always look for
but it burns my hands like lye
/you can train her now but she won’t last two
weeks and that can be annoying this word is
a symbol of my creativity
oh this word makes me feel horny
she’s more flexible than she looks you know
[I know]
& my dread flies
from my chest hair to you,
to me, when the time calls for it
we sons of Appalachia
we can unspool a woman 2 or 3 times in a row
