UNTIL THE TYGER LEARNS HOW TO WRITE
In an average lifespan a person invests a year looking for the things they’ve forgotten.
9 august 2017
Those who have laboured, night and day, Monday to Friday, on their unhappiness are right to lick their chops over it as much as they do.
11 august 2017
In the contorted bookkeeping of the broken, the distance you hold yourself away from them is your only value.
12 august 2017
TFW YOU WANT TO FUCK WITH THEM FROM NOW UP INTO FOREVER, but all signs and wonders, Urim and Thummim, emails and texts, no email no texts, using the good-got-damn-sense your mother gave you not the repeating the mistakes your father braided, tell you to keep things cute and quick. ¡Presta atencíon!
No exit interview no two weeks notice.
Anyone who has killed any person or touched the slain must stay outside the camp seven days. Clean yourself and your captives.
did you clean yourself
you who has touched
who has violated my pen
has salted my tongue
drugged my drink
slain with the blade
of lack of empathy
a ladder like love leans
outside of time
goes up and down
through the same insistence
Easier to be angry than afraid, easier to brace guilt rather than test sick with intimate.