dead skin flaking off
the neighbors are fighting again
I can't hear what they're saying
beneath the music I listen to
feeling the chant of addiction
like loops like fruit
like an animal
killing another animal.
or a woman, waiting to hear the
opening
of a door:
walking out.
the lights are off
"it's because they're broken"
you say
"they're not"
wrapped up
in blankets
in sheets in water
cut off my arms
my legs
and watch me swim.
Apr 25, 2011
Apr 25, 2011 at 4:02 PM UTC
dead skin flaking off
the neighbors are fighting again
I can't hear what they're saying
beneath the music I listen to
feeling the chant of addiction
like loops like fruit
like an animal
killing another animal.
or a woman, waiting to hear the
opening
of a door:
walking out.
the lights are off
"it's because they're broken"
you say
"they're not"
wrapped up
in blankets
in sheets in water
cut off my arms
my legs
and watch me swim.
