how come you never neutralize
never slow down
never digest
what's fed
what's said
what's real
you say you're making yourself happy
you say nothing but this very moment exists on the very first page of a streak organizer
you say you're metal and soft and dead and alive with leaves crawling up your finger
an outer skeleton that creeps in and out
and dances on the thread of your rotation
pointless
and
heartbreaking
and just pointless
you repeat and you know how ugly it makes your mind
you do it
until you don't
03•07•18
this poem was an exercise i did where i imagined what two very intimate objects, my tasks journal and floral ring, would say to me if they could
