wanderings

nothing here but this aggressive silence

i will feed you both of my hands just be honest with your hunger

through the intimate brush with an atomic bomb / i bloom with blisters / magic-up an ost for my non-routine / the revenant is psychotic and they lean over to touch my hair / i take a syringe to my throat / caldera crumbling / my land is split in two - my body is mine and yours and no one else can see it / they lean over to touch my eyes and / i scream i want knowledge because karma doesn’t exist / it doesn’t exist / karma is a scam a rope a slice of fear / what is there to believe in aside from my own calmness when it comes as a wave that is / also / a destroyer

i present a few girls to the sister-mother

She is walking through the woods, alone. Her body burns.

i am ripe with savage longing / focused like a knife’s tip / vulgar emptiness /a horror coiled inside the neck