shrieking laughter
crave errands
sidewalk dancing
best friends

the fly on the wall
sees all of the bachelor
sees him bathe
sees him sleep
sees him fuck
sees him work
sees him eat
sees him laugh
sees him cry
sees him live
but the fly doesn’t understand
and feels nothing for the bachelor

slight coldness that consumes slowly
gray sky with a sliver of brilliant blue
momentary loneliness that pulls
brown dirt with patches of emerald green
spontaneous adventure that thaws the statue
pink pastel scarf with neon yellow cross stitch

soft fur in my lap
a sleeping feline
warm and gentle
peaceful eyes
a calm heart

90’s grunge hair
more grunge than hair
echoing aches
nothing exists
except for this room

dull pain everywhere
sharp pain on my lips
six books piled on my head
a clamp on my arm
a compress on my legs
a hand gripping my ankle
too many rings on my fingers
potatoes on my torso
every sensation magnified
every movement odd
every moment foggy

sunny coolness
restful eyes
gentle sighing
leaves rustling
black flats
gray tights
long dress
half ponytail
October wind

my body is hot
yet it feels cold
I’m a stone
grounded in this bed
but I float in fantasy
see the three-eyed creatures
and the goat kids
that teacher from elementary
she is there
grayscale images
but vivid like rainbows
soft touches on my arms
grinning pirates
naive robots
I’m awake but close to dreams

everything is on the paper
I left part of myself there too
I need to get rid of the excess
because everyday I’m growing bigger
taking up more space
and it’s not sustainable
that’s why I expel words
and write the things.
to disappear, they must be performed
or else they sit and rot
and start to cling to my insides
coating me in thick cynicism
viscous liquid inside an inflating balloon
I don’t want to pop

a last minute addition
for posterity’s sake
is often subpar