To Platonov... They said you liked simple people And complicated machines. They said that trains had sung Your lullabies for you and that You were afraid of women, Who could not think…or Were not enough manly. Your hands…Your hands were so Manly.

I envy the confidence of ignorance, The stillness of growing grass, The rustle of dead leaves. The majesty of trees succumbing To the changing seasons with No melancholia. I envy me too, if I look at myself as I look at things I cannot

I dance Flamenco in a Slavic dress, I say my prayers in languages that Prattle. Some say, never forget where you came from. Some say, know where you're going. Some say, do both. That's easy. Sometimes. The difficulty lies in how to be. Who

my whole body is heavy carrying the weight of not being her life’s love. under my skin there is a racing of the heart which when distilled turns out to taste like adrenaline. imagine it was like this she was the person i

Let’s talk about, the giant tube, the ways & all the permutations to keep one’s cool. & by goes through & by cool I mean screaming until the lady I don't know where the idea originated, but turns out Or so says the lady & I

it has been a problem of numbers in rows like sunflowers their sum differences the size of a space of a letter to be apart instead of a part in isolation we had to watch the unthinkable like tiger king and the deer walking