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for oysters
between two hands
a coiled nerve
clasped to encase
and not to crush
a nacreous, enviable thing
neither breathing nor dying
it shrinks beneath a salted dust
pulling itself closer
over again
and especially when
all eyes are away
it regurgitates absence
each time more precious
though the disguise stays the same
dusklike
and so still
beneath a calcified veil
pitch quiet
you say
a secret is a social thing
because it exists between two
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she is a finger-painted angel on a mirror (blue rimmed). and when i carried her home, a pigeon flew into her.
every angel is terror.
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we disappear simultaneously and i would say beautifully
ceremoniously
a mutual understanding that we are both feeling immaterial in this moment
we slip on our coats
its been raining for 8 weeks
or maybe 9 or maybe 10
anyway
it doesnt matter
i’ll let
or
i am letting my sense of time dissolve
i think you want that for me
i think i want that for you
to lose everything but in a gift giving way
meaning giving it all away
to you or to this scenario
which defines everything
but is not infinite
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everywhere i go i can hear church bells
and so i constantly feel i am being alerted to something
or that the day is chaptered:
9:00 - 12:00
12:00 - 15:00
15:00 - 18:00
18:00 - 21:00
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today i will perform shatter in front of a small audience. tomorrow i will turn 24 and perform shatter again. and maybe even with my eyes closed. i am insisting on an end but i am also always re-realizing nothing ever ends.
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fear love truth the present presence him and and and and and
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