reading on airplanes
a luxury I fear I
will now never know
I get the feeling that something’s going to happen. I get the feeling that change is on the horizon. I know it down deep in my muscles. These muscles they ache, they carry the weight of the waning moon in their bellies. Soft warm places constrict, movement is abbreviated.
The only way I can DEAL
With this shattered glass
House
Is to STARVE it out
Like a parasite
Like an intruder
Like something that should not have been.
my spirit is sick
holy fuck
I just want your hands on my face!
you who I do not know
you who I already know
you who I’ve always known
I just want your hands on my face!
I wake up
alls I can think about
is
purging this sickness out
of
my
soul
hopelessly hoping
for your hands on my face
you who
I do not
know.