i woke up exhausted, after eighteen years
deep frozen and craving deep fried... anything,
it didn't matter. i wanted to fill myself
with culture and couture and savoir-faire but
i am vast and cavernous and this fluff just falls apart in my intestines
grows eery and digested and not at all whole.
at night, all kinds of things happen
but i've never been very good at figuring out what
i mean, what works and what doesn't
what feels good and what hurts
what injures and what heals
what seals and what tears
what floats
and what doesn't?
1 comment:
this is so teenage angst in a fantastic way. also i'm pretty sure you mean "eerie" not "eery," unless you are scottish and i was not aware
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