:: almost ready ::

write, or you will be forgotten

bedtime story

It is #2015 and all I want is to rest in peace

if they ended your life with their hands, then it was they who killed you

father

I conquered. I saw. I came.

you are the one i adore, the two, the three, the four, the more and more and more and more and more

here to steal your sleep. here to bend your body. here to be wedded to your urges. here to absolve your thick boundary. here to counterpoint your dim glow. here to wedge my eyes open, forever. here to show you the way to the darkest water. here to curl your straightest hairs. here to fetch what can’t be fetched unpunished. here to face the ocean of the inner ear. here to ooze till sand-dry. here to float on punch scented smoke. here to learn each word and forget them all. here to bury myself while holding completely still. here to dance before you like a blue flame. here to bat lashes at your whale song. here to pay for your books of poetry. here to sterilize. here to call your mother in your stead. here to close my eyes for a few seconds.