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There is no tenderness
in this form of illness—
if you don’t go off
chasing after your death
sympathy runs dry.
I cannot go to the hospital—
I am not imagining
what bus teeth feel like
or counting stones
with the currents in mind.
This is the worst trick—
that nothing matters
but you are too tired
to leave
or even think of leaving.
But all that’s left
is thought—
the bulbous phone battery
sure to be giving
off radiation,
the conversation snippets
you don’t want to
replay anymore
real or imaginary,
the sole focus on
the clock while it
tracks down your
cigarettes.
The unending repetitions.
All I am left
is thoughts like
jumbled extension cords
& the unfixable
tangled ball of
periods, commas,
& quotation marks.
Each ending of a sentence
gripping onto the next
with little fishing hooks
in the roof of my mouth.
I must have dozens.
I don’t want to die
but my exhaustion is
making me think
of jellyfish—
how they decide,
with no thought at all,
to stop existing
& their bodies just follow suit.
in this form of illness—
if you don’t go off
chasing after your death
sympathy runs dry.
I cannot go to the hospital—
I am not imagining
what bus teeth feel like
or counting stones
with the currents in mind.
This is the worst trick—
that nothing matters
but you are too tired
to leave
or even think of leaving.
But all that’s left
is thought—
the bulbous phone battery
sure to be giving
off radiation,
the conversation snippets
you don’t want to
replay anymore
real or imaginary,
the sole focus on
the clock while it
tracks down your
cigarettes.
The unending repetitions.
All I am left
is thoughts like
jumbled extension cords
& the unfixable
tangled ball of
periods, commas,
& quotation marks.
Each ending of a sentence
gripping onto the next
with little fishing hooks
in the roof of my mouth.
I must have dozens.
I don’t want to die
but my exhaustion is
making me think
of jellyfish—
how they decide,
with no thought at all,
to stop existing
& their bodies just follow suit.
Literature
Let Me Down Gently
I never said I was an angel,
rather,
I'm a feather on its wing,
so when you let me drift
on the next western current,
let me fall slowly down,
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i
f
t
i
n
g.
I promise I'll land softly,
though you will not find me
where you left me.
Literature
the less i know
something new: my breath hitched but the words meant nothing.
i owed the light peserverent flattery in the form of prose,
stories of what could have been.
the gloom in which i slept was a system altogether unable to measure up to the new universe;
to exist together in perfect cognition is first to understand that i never wish to be better.
how pitiable this impure form to which we all succumb
littered with stars. i am temporary like them, almost, always and never.
I have forgotten how to live. it is late mornings during which i upturn my lazy eyes to the sky
against it's will. there, like you, live millions- and my mind is reborn.
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Literature
One Day I Shall Lay Down And Die
one day i shall lay down and die
and so for now here is my kiss, my golden-ness,
my forehead pressed against yours
like two strange animals lost on a plain of
red sand. one day i shall lay down and die so
now here, let these birds pick me apart,
show you it all, the torn underwear
and the girl gazing at the soft glow
on trees, the ferocious lion-love
weeping under the kitchen table. one day
i shall lay down and die
so for now i feast on beaches, your breath,
the flutter of my dress sore against my skin
someday i will find that peace,
plant a spring-flower deep in my heart, land one last cool kiss
on the bow of your mouth and sl
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This is the most painfully astute description of my experience of depression, ever. The replays… over and over and over… and being so tired of the litany, but too tired to do anything about it… sigh.
I have lifted my head, since. Seen new roads, and taken new chances. Changed the story. It's still being written, but the ending is no longer a foregone conclusion. I hope I can see your story continue.
I have lifted my head, since. Seen new roads, and taken new chances. Changed the story. It's still being written, but the ending is no longer a foregone conclusion. I hope I can see your story continue.