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DesensitizeThere's no point in filling my chest
when I love how I feel
when I'm starving to death
I want to throw rocks at innocent rib cages
So someone will feel how I do
Cover my mouth with feathers and cotton
Drip-drop my eyes with white light
Wrap up my nerves til they're gone
Desensitized by my own self-loathing
I just love this suffocating
And in the end I feel pity for no one
Man MadeIn the early morning I saw a newborn fawn with its nose in the snow
She looked at me but didn't move, as if naively assuming
I'd never hurt her
And I briefly wondered what could bring anyone to kill something so small
A few days ago I saw a small dog sitting on the corner of the street
Just waiting, probably for someone he loved to come back for him
I could feel the trust and security he had for his person as he sat on his haunches
And I fleetingly wondered how someone could hurt something so loving
Today I saw two men fighting over something mundane
They beat each other with fists and words until eventually one died
I assume they had family and friends and considered this as they broke each others' faces
And I wondered nothing
Taste of your mouth on mine.The distant sounds in
r e m e m b e r a n c e
of you. The call.
and your out-of-
tune piano and
youi learned a lot after i met you.
the first thing i learned was that
some people just pretend to be okay
but inside theyre breaking.
a lot of things (i mean people, and i mean you)
are not always what they seem to be.
another thing i learned was that
all good things come to an end.
(but maybe in our case, it was for the best.)
theres a fine line between
love and hate.
i could never decide which one
i should have used to describe you.
you once told me
that i looked prettiest when i cried.
(but i think you just liked seeing me hurt.)
sometimes, when its late
and no one else is home
(i dont see whats so pretty about it.)
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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