Friday, June 30, 2017

detox unit.

i'm not here (i don't know where i am).
the kind of thing you can't talk about with people. it's just not something
we talk about. something we've ever

talked about.
just tell them you're not all that resilient
is what's going on.
perception of physicality distorts into
a bellies shape. the armor
that protects the inside from
a germination. this is being poetic. asserting myself.
gone with the wind is the sky.

this is the suspense beyond the realm
of failure; feeling
oppressed easily, and popping
like a balloon as soon as it happens.