my peaceful love life, my
peaceful teddy bear, he without daydream left in him. i hadn't
nurtured his, only mine.
a force of habit is a rapist
is why you should just say no to your forces
be cool, they'll say to you,
shit out your stuffing and shut the fuck up-
make room for my sustenance
unconscious attacks of emotional attachments
turning the chipped sedimentary world back into a
one that's an ocean. one, that proves you were
a volcano after all these years. tree of the devil.
blessed anchor- it too has feelings.