i started my car today through denim sleeves.
thwarted all the evil dreams you had of me.
thought it was easy to pull away my seams.
take the thread and weave a web for us to see
of insecurity.

finally, looking up from these pages
written by satan, demons impatient
seething with anger and waiting
for me to be complacent and eager
to hate everything.

replacing the fallen leaves with fragments
of feeling complete. i feel elated. realization
that nothing is what it means.
i’m becoming what i want to.
triumphantly defiant in the face
of the tyrant. and the tyrant is youth.
disappointing the evil spirits appointed
to me sews the seed of a feeling of freeing
myself from me.

spitting words in between your teeth or  brushing hard like you ate something sweet

i just want you to talk to me