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Unshakeable

why can’t i shake myself away from the starlit witch?
what could i do to break this spell?
kiss delirium full on the lips & gaze
into the jeweled eyes of the moon
before insecurity eats my tongue
my brain turned into apple jam

what could she do to break the spell?
tear my paper bones to confetti
blare a conch shell into my ear
with razors of hate under her fingernails

but insecurity comes in like a wraith
& howls out all sense & stone

a silver owl for a shield is no good
against a broom wielded
by a marked obsession
but what could i do to break this spell?
what could i do to shake myself away?

Going on Transitive

i have a cat stacked runway hidden in my room
at the end of the hallway
beneath the bloody chamber
in chalk & in lace
crashing through the casement

jam the crepuscular gloaming
banging the piano mimosas
spread butterfly wings like smiles
on the window
beneath the bloody chamber

slam the murmur of cats losing sleep
scribbled notes i have in my pockets
in chalk & in lace
secret notebook languages
crashing through the casement

In a Cryptic Place

i found a secret message in the corner of your heart
stitched together from half-spoken truths
& i don’t know what to do with it
feeling like a spy in the dreamhouse

pixie dust like cigarette ash falling from
the corner of your mouth & yet
i never know what to do with you
too wrapped up in my own maps
lost galaxies & deserted towns

unlock the codes hidden deep within my heart
your fingerprints all over the floor
& i don’t know what to do with myself
500 days i’ve spent alone
feeling like a spy in a cryptic place

Own Your Joy

Tell me a movie, book, TV series, or whatever that you think is perfect and I’ll tell you how it isn’t perfect.

When I post online that I liked a certain movie, TV series (or episode of a TV series), a book, etc etc etc, I frequently get at least one response along the lines of “It wasn’t perfect, but it was fun” or “I didn’t love it, but I liked it.” And honestly, I don’t know what to do with statements like that. When I say I like something, even when I say I love something, that doesn’t imply I think it’s perfect. If you say you like or love something, I don’t assume you think it’s the Platonic ideal and love everything single thing about it. You’re allowed to enjoy something without having to qualify it. You’re allowed to like something without having to also disparage it in some way. Own your enjoyment. (Continued)

Ennui the People

plant your feet firmly on the floor
smack your head against the wall
because this is your life now
moths devouring a seaside sweater

the first casualty is sense
drawn on a map of the known world

the daily news will grind you like grain
those aches & pains like the weight of the world
for nothing, no one, no chance
but hope remains a whisper behind you

what will the future bring?
just one more mystery
a trembling hand hooked over an inkstained page