I'm going on a permanent hiatus. Just thought I'd let anyone who cares know (if you already haven't detected that.)
I'll probably make a writing tumblr or something. I'll update if I ever move my poetry back to the internet.
you can't have it allBut you can have eating wild grapes and their skin like beetle wingsyou can't have it all by insomniaplague
cocooned in bruises. You can have swings that go so high you kick
a hole in the clouds. You can have chickens following you through the front door
and the cat’s gift to say, Look, I am taking care of you.
You can have happiness, but tempered as
your first taste of wine when you hid your puckering face
because you were eight years old and dangerous.
You can have a touch you blush for, ferret hands dancing,
small and terrifying and knowledgable.
You can have an aspiration of “us” held on one stool leg, darting breaths but
never admitting to dreams, to a stew of practicality.
You can talk to her, sometimes,
and even mean something.
You can have the book you stole after she stumbled,
and “that” word sank into your hands. You can’t cure cancer,
but you can have two sets of spoons in the same sink
although she’s only touched the one you lent her,
the one you didn’t expe
two minutes at the bottom of the oceani open my eyes and the room is underwatertwo minutes at the bottom of the ocean by insomniaplague
a refraction of light--
tail flicked & then the sediment settles
like dysentery, this narcoleptic soul
to pulse, spin
into a paralysis of the
this is the pressure that creaks in my bones:
this is the space between my mouth and my mind
& the few centimeters between my ears are pulsing
with the things I cannot get to my hands
but my head is not a fucking ocean:
it's a flaw in chemistry
we can only hurt ourselvesthe light from your cigarette was the light in your eyeswe can only hurt ourselves by insomniaplague
kafka has been dead foreveri.kafka has been dead forever by insomniaplague
I am going to cut the veins out of my neck:
pull the stars from the legaments
drown the cities in bruises
I am going to burn in hell:
tear down the pyramids, the faces, the continents
the weight of the universe
(if I live to be 20
I will know the landscape of my mind
as well as the bottom of the ocean
& people I've never met)