it pools on the mussel
constant pull to take away a heal tug tug
in a turning, watch a
reconnection to hide
the elimination of all our small objects of perfection
a state of mind__the state and the minds
has them

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DAY2to2STONEDNODAYSbutNIGHTSCONTINUEallTIMEETERNAL

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all my angels whisper in my ears and tell me the bad bad things of the world, I forswear to gossip but wake up in a terrorible mood before any coffee my meager harvests hold no thing but meaning to me as the it rolls by I get struck by how good growing in a hard metal could taste wish I still had all my old tastes

a closer look
where I
wanted to know
what a song about an angel could sound like
its brought me to
a mute edge
in a self dampened glimmer
its
sorry
gated now

-

wish we could cease
to exist as two
lying side by side
we two angels
heartily ripping our feathers out
individually, glassy
mirrored to a mend
of radiant tender murder
cry in devouring
both two in fear
now dispatching
and to see the downey fall
gently to the nethers
to butcher anew
And How Proud
of here
our soft precision

-

tonights
dove of hope
sharpens his beak
we watch him
brutally slaughter
a crowd
gathers
to turn on itself and the air
with a gentle snow
of down and gore
to deliver all of our promises

wish we could cease to exist as two
lying side by side we
two angels heartily pulling our feathers out
individually, glassy,
mirrored to a mend
of radiant tender murder
cry of devouring

both two of dispatching
and to see the downey fall
gently to the nethers
to butcher anew
And How Proud of here our soft precision

repeat
i love my circles
swallowing
waist deep and wanting
how empty

how
how can i
              i
but how i
              i
love my circles
an eye for an eye
at my low
to pretend a high

a cure for anxiety:
count every seed on a strawberry

jump out the window
repeat
i love my circles
swallowing
waist deep and wanting
how empty

 i
              i
but how i
              i
love my circles
an eye for an eye
my hovering low
and false to a a high
once a
a cure for anxiety (try)
count every seed
(here's my of the strawberry)
and jump out the window
i love
my circles swallowing
waist
deep and wanting
how empty how how can i
i
but how i
i
i love my circles
an eye for an eye at my low
and pretend theres a high

a cure to try
to count every seed on the strawberry
repeat
and

i love hearing myself giggle
imagine you hearing me laughing to myself
& its doubled

sad to be a daughter who hates

my eye socket
my skull & skull liquid

popcorn ceiling, this one’s for you
the way you swirl around the room
like a mirror of the carpet

*my poem on mushrooms

last night I dreamed all my hair came out

In disbelief I showed

and they told me it was so much worse

and wow ya it's all scarred 

but the light house works

and the victims dont drown tonight

but still 

I'm itching to eliminate, 

I'm starved of the float

but Don't have a cow

and (I'm safe)

and I don't know what my sin is can you save me from this place?

but

I took a trip and I saved myself!

everyone has a beloved and the beloved are married in secret
i could be breezier and damp with you, entwined by the calves
so how do i bring you here? by pulling flowers out of my mouth?
condiments for dipping in and out of conversation
women loving women reclaiming the land from the sea
thoughts like small ugly pellets protruding elastic
goldenrod toes, running
a hand through your bleached
purpling to bring the poem back to neutral
like glass birds we have nothing in common
with real life and the next day we have the same dream