#some ugly

loud, silent, urgent, slow

the world slurs and i'm still in its headlights

all the light on my skin goes out

drunken focus, pale and disappearing

i am a deer or a rat in a trap

and later i will think it is just a metaphor

but without the privilege of thoughts my heart breaks my ribs

without privilege of thought my heart is too big for this body

panic pulls at the snare

loud and silent and urgent and slow

sick over sterile, heaving velvet

dirty fridge, idiot

someone has to do it

then the distinction is lost

here the distinction gets lost

i miss my own metamorphasis and we never speak of it ever again

drinking with the moon tomorrow night

its quiet out and smells clean, i think