Closer Baby Closer: https://www.docdroid.net/NeTaH37/closer-baby-closer-pdf#page=92
to want is to be humiliated.
I try so hard.
Spend hours on the word tongue,a comma.
Look at this experimental maze intended
for an animal both winge and extinct.
Anyway, we know words always win. I'm sorry,
another lie. Sometimes they win but often
they lose. This is the truth: I have nothing else.
+ a gin-sticky monologue from someone almost you but worse
IN PURSUIT OF EXTREME MODERNITY
YOU HAVE BECOME INSUFFERABLE
CONGRATULATIONS YOU ARE SO DRUNK
AND SO CONTEMPORARY AND WITHOUT A CLUE
OH YOU DO LOVE THEM YOU DO JUST NOT
IN THE WAY THAT LETS BOTH OF YOU LIVE
She learns to lucid dream so she can die
and not die. She is not afraid of knives
or bad news. Not the plane crash. Not putrid
water fear-chopped through the throat.
Fearing betrayal makes me seem
important and kingly, like someone worth
assassinating. Every time a skeptic
has prophetic dreams a book
is unwritten, science undiscovers
a crucial equation, a star winks back
into black nothing.
The punchline is that when she grows up
she becomes a lover, an acrobat who each perverted
sunrise jumps from an unsurvivable height
certain she can talk some sense into the fall.
you try to be tender
at least once per day
Understand there is nothing more important than the world's hottest girl
Our glittery idiot savior
The exquisite god we despise
Everyone wants somebody
to understand their personality
and their childhood
and what each of those things
has done to the other one
You know most stained glass these days is just a sticker.
You can tell by its geometry, how it doesn't hold the light in its
belly. Sunlight filtered through stained glass takes on other-
worldly properties. God I love the long shadows in the evening.
I'm sorry the drawbridge was pulled while you were away. No
I don't know the answer. I don't know the stupid answer.
My friends I'll use my intelligence
to love you better
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