Declension of pain

He is in love with someone’s eye. She is in love with a prosthetic history. He is in love with places he hasn’t visited. She is love with feelings she hasn’t experienced. They are in love with someone else’s loves. I am in love with your sensibilities. You are in love with a curator. We… Continue reading Declension of pain

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The muse of a mediocre artist

the muse of a mediocre artist left for New York the other day and this fact will soon be lost to history the muse of a mediocre artist was no less inspiring than any other muse from history the muse of a mediocre artist worked hard and saved her money and then she left for… Continue reading The muse of a mediocre artist

Just one more

just one more day absurd with you just one more word from you just one more just one more joke with you just one more stroke from you just one more just one more week with you just one more year wondering why the hell you care I know things never really last so I… Continue reading Just one more

I probably won’t talk to you

You seem to be tied up in romantic notions. You seem to be tied up in romantic notions. You can't seem to get them out of your head. I'm not gonna save you, no I'm not gonna save you. How could I possibly save you, when I’m not sure how to save myself from everything… Continue reading I probably won’t talk to you

Again

Your name is on the side bar, and your name is on my newsfeed, and your name is burned negative, sans serif on my retinas – I see it when I close my eyes. I'm sure it's just a habit: it’s something I'm just working through. I'm sure that there's no meaning... it's like an… Continue reading Again

If we’re lucky

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I don't squawk or cry for my mother but when I think about it for a minute or two it's that same feeling that's done it that same unreasonable feeling and over 40 years I've grown used to it so used to it I… Continue reading If we’re lucky

It will have to do (the problem)

I want to share your breath, I eat your lips. It will have to do. I want to inhabit your being, I engulf your body. It will have to do. I want to be your child, I push inside you. It will have to do. I want to see what you see, I stare upon… Continue reading It will have to do (the problem)