. . . . .
The whole deep river
of the train goes by: fool--fool--fool--fool--fool--fool--fool--
. . . . .
"When the test comes back positive
+
not a shield not a flower
not even a feeling
I don’t believe it
the body and its sick pleasures
what flowering
armor
gorgeously ruined
ruined
boats of my body
what has changed"
. . . . .
I write for myself and strangers.
. . . . .
. . . . .
"It was weird because my blood was outside my body."
. . . . .
"We all have to make a choice.
The world turns on the lights and has coffee.
We all have to make a choice, should we
jump, leap out of the windows?--out
of our lives?" We'll be here, like this. Like
the world: One morning
you're having coffee and then you're reaching for
a stranger's hand, some cliffside
of the new life begins in darkness
metal
blue warmth of a heartbeat
ash--
Save me. Save
yourself. Orphans
of beauty; Orphans of accident.
"You have to make a decision. It's what you're left with
against being
left alive." After the explosion
inside. After the fallen city, the avalanche
of static blackness--
"Alone, each of us will have to choose."
. . . . .
I have secrets.
(whispered)
I have a secret life I need--
(You are
a room of my own online)
. . . . .
My Letters make me feel like a Ruiner.
. . . . .
. . . . .
Friends and Strangers, it's what we have against.
How
are we to know what.
Are we to do if.
Blood or unseen energies--
collapse. (whispered) My
Flesh, My Foe, My Only
Knowing and True
Night. You are the galloping inside me.
. . . . .
