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I’m still afraid of butterflies how they move so much like a heart on fire
it should be enough to live & die alone with music on
to jump from anywhere & make it home to be warm & full of nothing
Because what I did with my one short beautiful life— was lose it on a winning streak.
I’m told our blood is green but touches the world with endings
I’m sorry for being useful only in language
reaching back to my wisdom teeth forgetting it’s been four years since they’re gone
who can stare at so many ruins & call it reading this family of ants fossilized on the page you slam the book shut look out at the leafless trees
none of us are children long enough to love it
It was perfect & wrong, like money on fire.
didn’t know god saw in us a failed attempt at heaven. Didn’t know my eyes had three shades of white but only one image of my mother.
Sometimes I think gravity was like: To be brutally honest . . . & then never stopped talking.
once, after weeks of drought, I walked through my brother’s laughter just to feel the rain.
your face at the window a thumbprint left over from whose god?
I want to take care of our planet because I need a beautiful graveyard.
Given another chance, I’d pick the life where I play the piano in a room with no roof.
Maybe, like you, I was one of those people who loves the world most when I’m rock-bottom in my fast car going nowhere.
look you say the trees are falling they’re being axed down pressed into white fields or tax forms or discharge papers
you’re smiling because the stars are just stars & you know we’ll only live once this time
I used to be a fag now I’m a checkbox.
What if it wasn’t the crash that made us, but the debris?
