17th:
Legs trembling. wind beats against my body with an unfamiliar cold // I'm scared of you. today, most. I want you to know // I'm not counting time these days. I could die here in this classroom. beaten, beautiful cluster// call me a poet with a heavy chest. with a heavy chest, call me a poet
18th:
tides under a barren sky// i wont think like i know you. we didn't know each other its making me feel a little lost// i have to walk and talk and stretch my mouth and cross out sentences like i know whats real and what was phantom// i say sorry ovr and over because i don't mean it. do you have any tiredness to spare for me?
21st:
a man devoured by his pain &rage
daughter, consciousness consciousness
his breath like the waning recursive tides, heaving
my love my love, your obligations make u seem beautiful. I am the rust on the latch. i have to be away from home, i dont have your beauty
hold up you good bones, Im trying to forge a marrow like yours(pretty & porous like pumice). stretch your joints; watch and learn, watch and learn. I will I will I will wade past my hunger for obligation. I love u you keep me grounded
don't see the filth extending in my iris. i know the weight of my emitted sensitivity
extrusions; you wont see blood curdling or stagnant
26th:
stressed out and spilling everyday dreaming every night
tape it together, both sides. protect ur tamarind shell. pull away from neem even if it leaves you with stretch marks and weary wary eyes
she's welding herself between my ribs. my body is hot and cold and wind extending then diverging around the palm trees outside. she grabs me by the empty space and drags me back down to the soil. elevator memories include rose petals on the floor when i was 16 and a pressing body when i was 6. i am told i shouldn't conceptualize myself by these. i have never read anyone anything. how do you reveal necessity without shame? I have always thrown away everything out of ailment: hold onto nothing in hopes to flicker
sensitivity is crippling
29th:
the 'pain body' is missing. that body is phantom. that body knew only my name and where to fit it, how to fit it. i had a dream i let you (that body) poison me. fuckinghell i hope im your pain body i hope something stopped i hope im stagnant in your blood and you can't tell why anymore
memory is tying your hands in your hair sitting in empty space. grasping is unnecessary. my pulse is vague, blurred, waned?
who do i keep talking to?
you must believe the blunt edges in your eyes are exceptional. you must think your crooked eyebrows make meaning out of everything and nothing and everyone and yourself. i wont lay my chopped braids on anyone's grave. i'll take them till the last bend and somewhere in between i'll say, 'this is how to hold them, mercifully.'
quietly, tell me your shortest proximity to sensitivity
30th
to watch you swa y
