fingers through my hair
skin chills ripple up my spine
getting a haircut
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excuse me for a second please
okay
anxiety
means i worry and i
chew my cheeks and overthink but
it means
i choke
at the moment of truth i choke
and i will always choke
count on me i’ll
walk off
kinds of haunted houses
haunted
houses have ghosts
who try to scare you out
or christian demons who kill you –
just kill
you dead –
but my parents’ old, wooden house
stopped short term memories
from forming be-
tween rooms
loneli-
is waiting eve-
though seasons rive like scal-
acriss-cross our touch memori-
for cont-
Ostara
Bird song
Dandelion
Flowers and a pert wind
Told me it was eostre morning –
Nothing
Else told
Me – and moved me to visit the
Woods to understand how
I knew it, how
That works
ontoloberries
summers
pass, difficult
to hear, since sound waves slow
through sweet actuals, through
the tangible trees. summers come
slowly,
come soon:
hear those there-flowers opening
on extended days; smell
the qualia
grass grow
my hourglass holds
one grain of sand for telling
the present moment
four waystones
the death of a loved one
the birth of my child
the horror of war
the ecstasy of faith
these are four waystones
i may never reach
yet my inexperience
with each has been
used to crush me
(like granite monoliths)
into the shame of naïvete
these are four waystones
i no longer care to pass by
merrily merrily merrily merrily
it is right to be held
responsible for the actions
we take in dreams
.
it feels right to be held
responsible for the actions
of completely different people
.
it is right to be held
responsible for the actions
we take in daydreams
.
it feels right to be held
responsible for the inactions
we take while dreaming
the inside out
watched from
the inside out
reckoned by
algorithms
measured and
sorted by number
not in a novel
in a building
in an instant
for instance you
are falling in
love and your ads
are showing it
there’s dope
in your feed
and your plastic
feels hot
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