she sang.I found my man down by the water and he was drowningMore Like This
I shouldn't have left him alone but he told me he could swim
It wasn't a good idea to fall in love, I told him
It wasn't a good idea to tell jokes that weren't funny, I told him
After that accident I changed my name, I had lost my crown.
There was a blizzard when I started convulsing
My ribs were breaking
My lungs were collapsing
I reached out to touch his eyelashes
And to tell him to put my body in the garden
When clouds began crashing he decided the garden wasn't where I needed to be.
He stuffed me in his suitcase and took me to Russia
He sold parts of my body on the black market
Because he knew that was what I always wanted
Except my heart, he kept
In the perfect size jar of formaldehyde
Right in front of his bedroom window
He liked the glow of it every morning and on the nights there was a full moon.
Before I went unconscious, I remembered
How everything was always so uncomfortable when we talked about our histories of love
#ThisIsWhyWeFight.i saw you last night and you wouldn't touch me,More Like This
she was in the other room crying.
please excuse me, i can't write anymore.
i can't even take photographs anymore.
this morning i was thinking of a man that i used to know,
i used to be in love with him; but now i can't fathom the idea of loving him.
and when i hear stories about another man's past, it's unsettling.
i didn't know him then, but i know him now
and it's completely unnecessary for me to know these things.
this is disjointed;
one plus one, plus another one, is that us?
this is stupid.
after last night i grew teeth,
and your flesh became endearing; alluring.
i could hear your screams through the brick wall,
but you always sounded like music
and in 1976 i died for the first time.
why am i existing?
saltHave you ever dreamed of walking on the sun, or pressing the stars like buttons?More Like This
I don't know why I'm not in bed.
Have you ever dreamed of smoking a cigarette on the moon?
Understanding where love comes from is like trying to explain where God comes from.
Have you ever dreamed of the rain turning into rose petals as they drop?
It's time to turn out the lights.
Have you ever dreamed of fighting with the angels?
the antidote:orgasm.More Like This
i would hate to be 'miss androgynous powdered-nose girl next door'.
i love the piano, the rain, and counting campbell's soup cans.
i love the way you can hear all 80 years of my grandfather's life in his voice.
all work and no play makes jack a dull boy