Please stop telling me that God is a boy
like testosterone is the invisible particle
unlocking sacred doors

Please stop telling me that a womb
is just a silly tomb meant to house
potential life when you stop treating
yourself like you are sacred

Please stop passing around the
silent secret that kissing girls is
supposed to be written off as weird honey
like we don't already live for the sweet and offbeat

Please stop silently tracing
my sides, measuring my size
placing limits on what i can
attempt to wear and inflicting fear
at the sight of a stomach roll

Please stop using the unspoken rule book
we all know that thing needs to be burned
or returned to a foreclosed library
because limiting our love based on
expectations and one night stands
leads to a lonely existence where
we forget to see through the smog

Please stop ignoring the sky
It's limitless  and colored like the inside of our heads

Please put your judgments to bed so I can attempt to escape from my bedridden aftermath
I've been stapled to pillows for days

You live in the wrists of a boy with wings
as I continue to buy pretty things

I'm occasionally halted by eye contact
and the brush of skin
between strangers' knees
two round bones
clinking together
like drinking mugs
in silent celebration

The Peroxide Obituary lives on
but our stereo knobs have rusted

Now it's all about two boys
growing ivy vines from their skulls
trying so hard to deny that
the body is just a vehicle for guilt

Infidelity can exist as a distorted fairy tale

A love
Different from that of
Numb happiness

If we seek senses of the aftermath
Maybe we can peak through
Bullet holes in the front door
Of a twisted mansion
Where she washes her hair
To be free of old companions
While she still pays the bills
Sponsoring memories of ghosts
A boy singing Greek hymns
Into her old Tupperware
Diamond encrusted distortions
Can't heal past decisions
And good shrinks are really only
What you choose to give them

Divorce

It is powerful enough to make my uncle cry
at the sight of navy ships

Awake your wrist from the forgetful dream
Foliage covers us with reoccurring lust
As you fall in love with sinner's numb steam
Know I was your vice filling lungs with dust

Forgive me for pieces I am missing
Birth has given omen to delusion
Lost inside of mouths I'm forever kissing
Fact is warped by invention's fusion

But you helped construct wooden bed frame
As I imagine she spits acid memories
Of me inside stupor of liquid shame
Laying across the bed sheets so gently

I forget the best night we had shared
I'd drank all the *** on burgundy chairs

mother dearest
complicated friend
i hear your sister's whispers
through your closed mouth criticisms
i hear the mirror has broken your heart
for 50 years in it's clear metallic honesty
but honestly who cares what you see
if you could create a someone else
to be another yourself
clothed in something new everyday
you'll dream of the ironing board
and this home as an ever changing cloak
endless newness in property
mother pardon me but
i hear you welded your tear ducts shut
after that college ****
drank a full fifth of *****
and ruined your future of
crunching numbers in a pencil skirt
that must have hurt
i hear you hate old Polaroids
with hidden smiles from the past
because old memories don't last like
shiny new wood floors
and staying indoors
it means that
the onlookers eyes cant criticize
so send your girl into the world
to live as you would have pleased
mother i hear that spontaneity
did you wrong and is that true
please answer after frugal thinking
i hear that you learned to cultivate
stubborn symbols in the womb
because the world is always trying to hurt you
mother why is the world trying to hurt you
when you only hide and
trace sketches of a world where
you had tried to hurt it back
i'm sorry that you cant relax
and i wish i could provide that
continue to look after careful creatures making clones
all while staring down pictures of your own

i genuinely apologize that we both couldn't be the best version of you

everything written is subject to change

hymns, hallelujahs, notes circled yes or no between elementary lovers' shaking palms, poems and songs, the shape of the world, the current moral obligations of all who inhabit it, letters sent to say sorry and thank you and hey i'm still here, proper language sizzling on the tongue of time, the rules for last century, the rules for the future, graffiti scraped from urban walls in the rain, the paint on a window pane written all over houses in a single stroke of the brush, the language of where flowers choose to erupt, words of knowledge in uncertain classrooms,  constitutional rights and the terms to legal fights, the letters like saints suffocating under pine trees at night

a text saying everything will be alright

you say goodbye with hollow hands and uncertain glances. your vocal chords will barely press together.
2. you sit in your car listening to their fingerprints plant into the grooves of your neck.
3. the world seems to pass by with the same kind of whirl that is found inside of a conch shell.
4. now you are working with gravity, planting yourself flat into the ground.
5. some sense more than sound has filled your head with phrases streaming together.
donttellhim.thewaythesunreflects.ibarelyrememberthattime.inevert­oldmybestfriend.whenyouleft.hishairgrewlongerthanmine.letsfindsom­ethingrecklesstonight.shewassoscaredofthechurchsteeple.onetimeont­heroof.
6. numbers progress through your chest as you swallow the clock.
7. you recall all of the formulated fists around the edges of wooden tables and the sweat on pints of beer.
8. the sun came up with few conclusions. your floral head rests on bedspreads with pints of honey buzzing in your chest.
9. you extract his name from your breath. your body is not fine but you know it will reconnect.