a jaw of glassyou are made of glass, lit with fireflies andMore Like This
firemen and fireflowers. i can see the heat
tremble like smoke to the black sky as you
tap on your jaw.
pearls slide to the cherry pits of your stomach,
tickled with daisies and ipecac syrup to
gut you like an oyster.
hollow boy, save the glow caught between
your transient, transparent bones- i can see
the snakes in your stomach writhing, pulled
taut and shelled like intestines, wrought like
a chain necklace about your throat.
you are gauze-between-
oh, like a butterfly locked inside its chrysalis,
I don't do kissesShe asks me jokingly if I feel anything, ever.More Like This
I simply shrug, and continue doodling dull skull-like faces.
Sometimes I think Im going insane then I interrupt my trainwreck of thought dont flatter yourself, you are normal!
Just a single customary unit of monochromatic manhood; easy to replace
(And a damaged one to boot).
Observation of a couple in love triggers straying verminsbutterflies in my belly; Feels like I ate something rotten...
They kiss I cringe: Soaked tongues fighting a grotesque slimy battle, particles of partially-digested food dancing in their - now mixed - saliva, millions of happy bacte
kitestrings.you confessed that when you were little you would pull apart monarch butterflies because they were much too beautiful--More Like This
so beautiful that they made you feel uneasy.
(you always did call me the most beautiful thing you'd ever known.)
it's almost december now, and the only reason i wish you were here is so you could make snow angels and i could rip off their wings.
you wanted a kite for your birthday, so i got you one that was shaped like a bat and we took it to the beach, watched it crash into the surf over and over until it was bent and broken. i rescued it from the tide and surfaced dripping saltwater -- you told me i looked like t
letters from no one.dear someone,More Like This
i know you probably don't care.
i know you're probably busy watching tv or dealing with your own problems, or maybe you're busy laughing and chasing butterflies. maybe you spend afternoons in the grass, smelling the sun and tasting life.
maybe you don't have time to worry about me.
but i'm going to pretend you care. i just want someone to hear me, honestly.
i don't expect you to understand or care or even listen.
i'm just hoping that you will.
i guess i should start by telling you that i wish i didn't have to live anymore. free time is spent wondering if there's any way i could possibly suffocate myself.