#polysaccharide

how could i possibly love my community?

i must love you because i have no choice

my life depends on it

for the very same reasons that i can’t love myself, you can’t even begin to know yourself, much less love yourself.

maybe it is love that depends on us

if i can at least love you and learn you and know you,

can i at least take pride and joy in this simple fact?

it doesn’t even matter who or what you is

can i love myself in turn for knowing you?

I always knew they try to lynch me

I just didn’t know that I’d deserve it

for all that, I’ve hurt, I take full responsibility, but I still have to live

Others have made me feel like a loving, docile creature.

Sometimes you have to be this way. Wait for the kill.

Don't show any weakness.

You have to be this way when you’re lying with a wolf.

But youre starting to know the difference

who’ll bare their teeth first? Who’s looking for blood? It's in the eyes. Are they a predator, or prey?

painful as it brushes against your skin

painful as it runs down my tongue

smoothing away the details of the more complex emotions to blank flat nothingness

is ouroboros sad?

is he meant to be a cautionary tale

or is he utterly content eating himself

joining self with self

self absorbing self

being self absorbed gets a bad wrap

no one ever thinks of ouroboros

being more one than any one one could be

should i feel guilty for eating my own tail?

foolish?

i want to indulge in myself until my self has absorbed into formlessness

shapelessness selflessness oneness

is this the cautionary tale?

past and future

i love you more when you tie your hair up in those two long braids and i love you even more when you wear it down

i wish i could be it as it lays softly on your shoulders, curling up against your skin like a loving, docile creature

beautiful and powerful but tamed only by you

i wish i could be a physical part of you

so i would always have an excuse to be in your presence

attached to you

an extension of you

to be deeply rooted inside of you yet still able to reach out and caress…

those eyebrows,

that powerful beautiful nose,

your lips, your throat, your chest

im wrapping around your skull, slowly creeping down your back…

down towards your waist

down

down

down

slips between the margins

surely she’ll go home with me

maybe that’s all she needed

to feel included

maybe that’s all she needed

somebody give her a pen

i want to be that somebody who listens