Current Residence: The top of an island at the bottom of the world|
Favourite genre of music: Rock n' Roll
3 2 1I made it out of bed, the door,3 2 1 by theodamus
away, even nearly on time
to meet you two
years too late, but I still can't separate you and
Never will, I suppose,
but neither can you.
It should have been then, while
we still had something living to share, before
we had to share anything at all, before
we had to mean something to each other, before
it was only two
And there we were, you and me
Us three, and I don't know what you were
Almond Orchard Flowers.I dream of youAlmond Orchard Flowers. by Self-Intoxication
as I sleep next to you.
I break into a sweat & travel
across deserts. My scalp
becomes an ocean
and I become claustrophobic
My dream is this.
I wake up, my zipper is down, my
stomach has needles in it, and you
have broken me free of the metal caging fitted
to all my day-pale skin. You have let me free, and
the broken jewels are on the floor next to us, next to us.
My nose is dirty, and my eyes are red as roses,
wild like tangled spider-webs. I tell you
I have sickle cell anemia, &
I will love you from the heart of a child in an orchard,
because that is all
I have ever been.