SCANTILY SAD
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DON'T
EXPECT
ANYTHING
MORE
FROM
ME!!!
JUST ME BEING SILLY
DERYA PUT COLLAGE IN HER CAR
DIZZY COLLAGE APPRECIATION
$UPERMAN FROM BEIRUT
HOSPITAL COLLAGE
MOON AND MARS COLLAGE
FIRE FIRE FIRE COLLAGE
POODLE COLLAGE
MIRROR COLLAGE
SNAIL COLLAGE
ripples in my brain
i speak to my mother in a harsher tone than i like.
without time i will be free.
what if i rest?
what if my brain
~fuzzy~
~fuzzy~
~fuzzy~
let me rest?
desire will sing out across the timeline that no longer exists
it will cocoon the ones i love
wrap them up
devour them.
i think a lot about eating you when we fuck
particles hang in the air for a moment and we all stand awestruck.
when no one is listening,
i am a good boy,
use me,
i can take it.
i wake from a dream
i try to catch it
my lure making ripples in the still water of my brain,
unsuccessful
i guess i won't eat my dreams tonight
~fuzzy~
~fuzzy~
~fuzzy~
i'm trying to give you a second opinion my mother says to me
the atlantic ocean has always held me better than anyone.
I lay, in its chilly waters, bobbing softly, gently
i depend on it
i caught a thought last night, a small one, it squirmed on the hook,
moonlight glistening on its scales
it will be enough to feed me until tomorrow
hybrid colony
living symbiotically
among filaments of
fungi
yeast
bacteria
an important actor
in nutrient cycling
tears
grief
wrapped in foliose
cradled by fruticose
we sleep
we dream
living on thin air
epiphytes
untitled
a Horrible thing happened
i dropped all my blueberries in the sink
we make ten mistakes a day
sweeping spiderwebs from delicate Broken wings
we
practice
list of threatened cultural sites:
a long abandoned porn cinema
laser tag
the Moon
a certain kind of Hell
home
the seagulls and the plane almost indistinguishable in the morning light
(gulls crying)
it has become ritual
cleaning for you before your 10 day absence ends
yearning after 10 years
is not faded
after admitting something excrutiatingly embarrassing i text you the following morning
"you are my home"
i know what you're thinking
corny
but not when i say it
what is intimacy without sex?
what is love and attraction?
carrying your body across a bathtub like heated pool
(the only kind you'll tolerate)
i really mean it when i say time stopped
does it matter if i mean it?
well, time stopped, i held you there
your eyes closed, floating
black hair spread across the water
i'll think of this on my deathbed
romance and death ever intertwined
i saw a video on instagram
"five lesbian love languages that no one is talking about
sharing and eating food was one
you cook me
tang yuan
frozen sesame filled dumplings (it still counts)
the soup i don't remember the name of
winter melon
pork meatballs
glass noodles
napa cabbage
you leave and i become a mess
i mean really, literally, a mess
my homekeeper, ritual maker, gone
dishes pile up
clothes strewn across the floor
dust and bits of fur over everything
but you come back, order is restored
and i know i can do this for myself
but i like doing it for you