nomad in my own house
what's storage
what's cute
what's about to crack in half?
she said she was living
on borrowed time
in her old house
on the faultline --
our house has its own fault lines
I’ve taken to grooming to doing
something daily
if only the floor was clean and
didn’t make its own
dirt
but I’m not scared anymore
of the dirt or of the death
beyond it
and I can’t shake the sound
of crashing glass
the shards in the coffee grinder
do I still use it? a leaf too
old, from a season
art as suggestion
art as email me if you want more
thick, veiny legs
nearly 26 and kind of
disappointed
if I'm being shallow
in my own house (body)
didn't think I'd get here so fast
but it's not a thought ever
the truth of time
is never a thought
there are shiny hairs
I scrutinize
blond or
silver?
Aspen said blond in a husky
voice and I don’t believe her
she was a bro and she gave
me a mom haircut
I went with a Groupon and left
in tears
I cut my armpits with
dull blades
at weird angles
I bleed like a faucet a blood
blister becomes a permanent body part
who can help?
——
I like to be surrounded by the options
for documentaries, you know
accidental playlists
the internet
it’s sticky af
——
even more midnight
——
I get hot thinking about
my new drawing
but dream that my art was worse
the posterboards had thick and dirty
foam edges
how am I gonna hide this in a frame?
and that squeaky thing
