Across eager moments you’ll mistake for hours, I’ll disentangle, my poverty revealed by your moonlight gaze, seeping through the cracks in a dark room’s blinds: I can never truly hide from the world. So tonight, I’ll be the tributary from which you drink, a lodging between your travels. Tomorrow, I’ll be a memory, one that I hope brings joy when you shut your eyes for the final time.
I was fake, and wrestling was real. Peeling cuticles like carcasses from asphalt, I scoured phallic tracings on dirty windshields, park bench ciphers that revealed life’s meaning, when such a thing existed, when I could grow to be anything more than an extension of your failures.
Carpal soreness won't hinder a moment of elation, the sole justification for my wasted life. Creeping tingles foreshadow relief but amount to only white teardrops, painful lucidity. I have so much left to do tonight.
Alone, I slur serenades, irony-poisoned mirth that only your ghost could love. And I could only love your ghost, beautiful as you but complaisant in my self-ruin. I’m a once-emerald landscape now buried in drifts of empty bottles, a shattered-glass reflection of someone I can’t remember but you assure me did exist.
I’d love to meet myself again, whenever if ever this suffering sees its end, when I'm awakened to the sun and can fall asleep when the day is done. I'd thank you for staying here, fucked up year after fucked up year. We'd dance like when we first met, dance like the joy never left.
Cover art by Maria Z (IG: @blackkats_), formatted by Andru
Thank you to: Rollie, Maria, Andru, Julio, Kate, Nyjha, Christian Lovers, Dumpster Burner, Glass Splinter, Breakdancing Ronald Reagan, Consultation, Hexpressionist, Casey Anthony (the band, duh), and all of my friends <3
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