And You Lost Like Over a Sixth of Your Life, Stolen. Kidnapped, So? Deal With It.

counting steps again
going for hours
look down
swinging to Broken Bells
and memories
understand nothing, also
absorb--seek nothing
pointed, not likely, argue

Even if you can't
make amends with, just
be cool, and take it

Cathartic Art

Fuck  that mess.

Meat

Something really, really new, and I'm sparing with it, even when pretending, but that's okay, it follows my age, and I've been thinking of me lately, like that oldness, like that Kate, and her ways, and how she can--everything--and I can--nothing--after all. Only.

Fuck That Mess

All the time.
It was good too
so I will find a little space
to do it again.
But don't wait up all night
we'll erase the morning

Screwdriver melody

Work, work. Work, work.
You better work bitch.
earnestly agree with
You better work bitch.
And No sleep til

DRRYYHHMMPP

Body. Body. Close.
Hungry, I suppose. 
I don't settle.
But I can sink in. Move again.
Make things easy.