withdraw
lost the ghosts of fear,
put them in
all 5 of me
on equal up you
put up with or they
hear my ghosts change they
are very large up children
then shrink what
a tragedy me in their
invisible moves with
m, a ghost
in how I moved to
get lost but in some snow
scar for the typing dark
aimlessly drifting around
why is my toothpaste sweet everything candy I am a time when adult is a myth I want to pretend I don’t have contacts I just see & see & see but I only look at what I want what I want is now what I want is now what I am is a time when adult is myth I want what I want is a time when I want these lens pulled from this consumption machine craggling up the stairs don’t make me talk don’t make me at all I’ll say is I am a time when I want so cleanly that I slip out and you never even smell me I brush my teeth everyday please don’t ask for more than I see & see & I want a time in the far reaches of speed when all my repetition blurs into a perfect image of want & want & me
don’t ever visit my job
it’s not really what you want, but you know it’s something some pressure desire spiral wrenching between your cute little ears and when you had no name for something you called it god now god is everywhere & he won’t make eye contact & he knows it’s you.
he never comes alone
now you call it
blunt force trauma
starvation
liver failure
numbers get all the good air
when I was 21 all my friends were 32. They held me against their breasts saying, “it all stinks little lady, all of them”
I have a gut feeling about your guts. adam smith can suck my invisible dick.
yeah I would do better to be smarter. I would smart better to hit harder and never flinch.
