A1
9.20.20
Piazza New York Catcher | Belle & Sebastian
We channeled otters in the Mississippi? Someone photographed us that day, that pictures still hangs by a string.
Do Wrong Right | Devil Makes Three
We stole three Alpacas from a petting zoo and relinquished them to a moonshine commune.
Don’t Give Up | Noisettes
Every single time it felt like our feet couldn’t make it anymore.
No Cars Go | Arcade Fire
Remember that set up by the tracks? The one by the abandoned car. We thought we could cover the tent with enough branches to shield us from the snow. The next day you lied through your teeth when the officer came for answers. We laughed our bellies out that day.
Getting Down | The Kills
We snorted coke from sassafras in the back of a pick up truck. Your mother called me a hussy and your sister invited us to her wedding.
Quedate Luna | Devendra Banhart
The stary night bathtub on top of a hill.
Blue Ridge Moutains | Fleet Foxes
The first time we thought we were going to die. Withdraws, frozen water in the morning.
Bullets | Tunng
I think you knew I was lying to you. You kept asking questions I didn’t have the answers to. We slept on top of an old Mercedes parked outside a dive bar that night and woke up to an Earthquake.
Young Liars | TV On the Radio
We got ourselves a four course meal at a fine ass restaurant in New York when you told them you were in the witness protection program.
My Manic and I | Laura Marling
You proposed. Dummy.
Trains to Brazil | Guillemots — Fiery Crash | Andrew Bird
Mike lost his arm. We should probably talk about that sometime, you and I.
Bow for Blade | Brown Bird
You taught archery. We went back to GA and you showed me your dad’s bow and arrow. That’s the first time I saw you cry. You signed up for school that same week, then dropped out a week later. I got a job at the yogurt shop, stole $600 and we made our way to East Jesus.
My Body Is A Cage | Sara Lov
Your first Coital Cephalgia Headache
This Gem
Ax3
A1
7.26.19
and to think our games were magic
we played with with earthquakes shaking plate tectonics with our fingertips
on your h
ear me lover?
meet me at the Mill.
12.21.16
I can still feel the scars on my chest
from when you hung your body around my neck
your noose too polished,
too clean to be messy.
I’ve begun a dialogue with thoughts and feelings that both tickle
and thunder
within me
Your scars will not define me.
12.07.16
A1
the sequence was not intentional
i see the pattern
there’s a lightness in all of us. mine happens to be aimless hopes and, national dismemberment of the self.
you like stripping down people don’t you? peeling back the layers, pixeling the puzzle, alphabetizing strengths and weakness by convenience
so you can sit back and
detach.
if you know it, you understand it
understand it and you rationalize it
rationalize it and it can’t touch you feel it creeping getawaytooclose
maybe i’m bitter lava and tidy playlists
maybe i’m just a good mirror for you.
12.06.16
A3II
On the spirit of lash-out
how dare you.
split my remained in two
wake the wildness within my bones and leave the beast
to fend for itself
eat or be eaten by your own pulse.
rattle me enough to shake my foundation, just enough to make me question, just enough to make me want
more, more, more
of your skin across my skin, of your smallest kindness, your touch of humanity, your desire and detachment of all things real – how dare you mold me
soiled your hands of disregard, solid apathy for me to wrap around you
r
finger pointer, you grave digger, you beast maker, you dreamweaver
i pray to one day mussel your bright, tame your wild, infuriate your calm
or at the very best
forgive my beast
and walk away.
12.5.16
stay the fuck away from my dreams
10.20.16
jubilation
the kind that takes you up and lets your down
rough and slow
rope burn between your fingers
remember that next time you point a finger
its no use emptying your pockets
if your clinging to the knife in your hand
10.12.16
her cancer spread to my heart
his head
their skin
there was nothing in her bones less brittle
than our stability.
we clawed our way through honeymoon bee stings
ate crow for breakfast and
took palms to our fists at night
do you recognize fear?
when the beast becomes the fawn
we’re bloodied in our own guilt
there’s no washing this off.
our desires disease compassion
my knees are tired of bending.
this is the birth of snake skin
Ax3
08.09.16
A3
something tells me I’ve re-winded
given extra fingers
a mirror to my nervous system
someone plucked you from a memory
and re-shaped for my pleasure
i’ve never been very competitive
as long as i get what i want
move you queen
closer to my king
a barricade of not so strong walls
your hand closer to me
your breath smelling
victorious
morning afters are blissful
disappointment is not destruction of false expectations
disappointment is something you choke on after a shot of tequila
cash only hun
your bluff has been called
A2
she wrecked me
ruffled curls mopping my untidiness
with some odd combination of sprung rigidity
there’s nothing wrong with a little deviancy
specially not when they’re as uniform and
tactical
as your routines
lets play house and watch it all burn burn burn
A1
i met you and i learned to howl
to pick pockets
carefully
to be carried in their waist, fed bred crumbs, fun-
size-up the opportunity and take a chance on the next hitch
i learned how to empty my life and fill it with alive
how to brunt the heat and face the cold
how to un-hunt
how to relish
how to rue pride rock
from the bottom of the food chain
if i could take it back
i would give anything
to try try try
and cut my fingers
there are craters in you
if you call
i will fill every inch of your moon.