I am sometimes nauseated by foods I think I am going to enjoy
I am highly interested in strangers
I am terrible at improvising
I am still very young
I have never been able to drink gin without vomiting
I have been known to become overwhelmed by people and the shape of their bodies
I wish I could assure you that I won't fall in love with you, or that I haven't already
I wish I felt pure and simply
I do everything I do because it was once done to me
I want to walk into a lake and collect her stones in my pocketsI find that being kind is more exhausting than being cold
I want to be an artist but I might suck at it
I want to meet everyone at least once
I want to reconcile jealousy with girl-love
I want two sons who will grow to be much taller than me
I want to be near water, I want to be with you
I remember the peculiar and precise decor of your bedroom
I remember the pictures you took of me swimming in my underwear
I remember breaking into a local small business and making out on the couch there
I remember and how much you look like someone's son in your driver's licence picture
My body is scary and hard for other people to deal with
I have a tattoo of a unicorn because I am one, too
It is hard for me to numb my desire for touch
I seriously believe in the power of clichés
and that all relationships are toxic
and that life is ultimately pain but it can be made beautiful
and that it is normal to have regrets
I view my groceries as an extension of myself
I have everything figured out
My eye sight is slowly deteriorating
Drunk and bitter is one of my favorite emotional states
My default is melancholy and I have to actively work against it
I think about a blond boy with a rough face and beat-up boots
shaking a cigarette out of a pack of smokes
I think about a girl, too, with a small frame, big doe eyes, and a myspace page she still checks from time to time.
The men in my life are constantly shaving; the women, putting up their hair.
There is a black marble come to rest in a long brown face.
There is a great black lash to come down and cover it.
There is a hand in my life that pulls me north and south,
There is a sun in my chest that glows with a light spectral and lambent.
Everything comes from this light.
Everything is about this light.
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