or
Whitney for soul, or Hamilton for fire, or Trixie for flame. abandoned to
Christ or unsolved in thoughts while it hurts to love more. many closed doors
many dripping faucets several shagged rugs. to imagine such a feeling such
deepness to know, “I will never die on you.” take me as insecure, I’ll take you
as broken, we’ll become mentors. so teleological or raw existentialism while
bleeding was never a mistake. someone knows us. they will testify us, as good
souls in chains. a current of iron, a marinated turkey, or those disconcerting
hypotheticals. so banished from culture. so re-meshed by ancestors. or an alien
in his backyard. by pain you give, by comfort you supply, our secrets have
become glue. too many nails such tearing through bone such missing agendas. to
know you if more of you while we have enough. so human it kills so susceptible
it kills or soft a need for raw deception: by feelings as overthrown as
outpowered or needing to disgrace everything we believe in; such muscle where
it was pain such to stipple memory—its curse its honey while we never meant
much more. too accused by self so low in self while delicate a creature so
evolved—as more means trouble! (if strength it hurts if regular there’s anger
if eternal it might kill us.) too much in art or too little in musicals to
imagine they live by more; too walk away while looking closely, as to respond
to an unspoken question. a lady some days a preacher at wakes where it hurts to
be so predictable. as lights flicker in sewers, to walk to some demon—its fire-
detriment or souls flipping into spaces where walls have no pillars—those cuts
in sociality those days it was easy where it becomes reflexive. he knows some
sign some symbol something in your avalanche. I know some person as needing
deliverance as cleaving for reality is frightening. take me dry, marinate me,
re-bake until tender. mats are with prints. sunshine is with trances. fury is
with breakage. to learn if raw, to live by law, such coarse forgiveness. our
first moon our morning mildew where we say, unless it’s violent, “No one is
wrong—we just disagree.”
