I ate the whale. Love was honest, she
wanted to be a little angel. we role played, into a haven, so shattered by wrath.
weaponizing beauty or raging in discontent or at love a bit distantly. our
caustic sun, our reused ideas, our agouti ideals. but Love was milk or honey or
something giving me control. as to meet some person, to feel cursed, while I rely
on her to save me. speech spawns webs. identity is harassed. some women remain
unabused. it must be true, for each item is an opposite, or each human is a
mystery. a sickle to a soul a pitchfork to a haystack or courage to
unforgiveness. a box I broke those omens I chew this flavor in something alien.
our fraught fantasies our ingested wishes while we wonder if a soul shall
perform. our somberness in a happy home with so many forces tugging at us. such
island oceans, or island sand, or ocean anxieties. the ship is strummed it fell
off course it made love to a mermaid. I see her I distrust her she is too damn
independent. we anger easily we might curse falling into some portal. some
vortex some virtual reality as seeing her face is a trigger. so mean of me such
a mannikin in me while a pantomime spoke his first sentence. such family in chains so fettered to indifference, for it hurts where weasels roam. by ghetto
opera or truth as gorgeous some inner wobbling; some vacuum some machine
as it knows how to thread a needle. by jamesias into a shrubbery it becomes
labyrinth. those aches in a petal those cries in a moon or those damages to a
friendship. while Love is too much as a long-term mistake or a short-term
devastation; such rich agony such deep addiction with every climax building
engrams. I was thawed by glaciers some adverse reversal where coldness made me
conscious. to conflict with messages to absorb a photograph as seated in some arid
ocean. such humidity or humility while one continues her life. so scorched by
sunrays so decent into a violin where most are detached from emotion; for it
hurts—people evade pain—where sunshine is glistening upon shadows.
