My knees pray to sugar. I name my sadness after a mountain. Inside the mountain a flower bends to impress worship. No more poems about drinking. No more singsong scarring in the baths I take to burn myself. In a video store a preacher falls asleep emptying the late bibles of my belief. You can’t tell because of the starfish on his face, but that’s Jesus. So what if I yell at a friend in the throes of soft **** capitalism. Oh moon of blank want. I eat myself out to make my brothers laugh. Oh scarce feast of intimacy. My cousin’s band has the best name ever. Everyone is alive. Let’s get high and love our moms.

i used to play grocery store over the table
with rusty quarters nobody would ever take
i would quit the games because i wasn’t able
to pretend for too long and act like a fake

the more i played, i became better at the games
and it almost felt like i wasn’t exhausted
there wasn't ever a set goal or aim
til i saw some food that had to be defrosted

the box behind the counter has all the quarters
and the food and the uniforms and the papers
because lifespans are getting shorter
and all my grocery dreams have became vapor

Ven y dale play
a este puñado de besos,
que están en pausa
desde el día en que me marché.
Asesina a esta soledad,
perniciosa y mortal,
que se ha anidado injustificada
junto a tus memorias marchitas.
Alimenta pronto
estos deseos hábiles
que distan del corazón.
Ponme a dieta de carne y besos,
para calmar mi hambre y mi sed.
Ven y aprieta mi mano
prometiendo quedarte siempre,
justo antes de partir.

Clap as I destroy,
Laugh as my flames rise higher.

You love beautiful liars, right?
Is that who I have to be now?

Make you hate yourself
Become your enemy.
I don’t want to,
But you’d love me more that way.

You love me most
When my worst emotions show.
When I scream,
When I yell,
You kiss me then,
Or do both…
Never questioning why you fell.

This love feeds your deepest wounds
It’s all or nothing.

I couldn’t hate or curse you before.
I hate that I ruined your fun.

It’s too late to fix,
But I’m not done “trying”

I’ll do you wrong
The right way.
Maybe we’ll get the chance we deserve.

Yell at me for my regrets and mistakes.
Tell me I’m on your last nerve.

Love me unconditionally
Especially when I make you cry at night.

I’ll remind you of the other girl
Who never made things right.

Say you’re disappointed in me, in love,
Sure, you hate the bad things I do.

But then I’ll get on my knees,
Say the rehearsed apology I owe,
Then do a unique wrong
Harder than my last low.

I’ll say sorry again,
Awaiting your apology too
For loving me
While I forcibly destroyed you.

But you’ll still love me.
I just have to deny you,
Right?
You’ll love me this time,
And not like before,

When I didn’t know your heart,
That it yearns for the naturally cold one.

A momsen building crawls fighting in stereo types of cameo on off, the spill
The two girls learning rents
Picture as cameo complexity in stereo
I remember your father on primetime release 45 minute saga movie change the depth

De rectangle the void

The evanescence still frame leaves and simple red twine of life lost in our missed pause

A girl shoppe always wins
A boy without value prevents his city with no hold

Filled crying dying days
   Vials selling softened plays
Waltzing in evenings
     Walls for longing
Nights ending gales of you

Love you Jenna

Liftings as neddle beds me
  Tis only waters wells I feed


The illusion of a single pangs miss is suffering love

eleven days.
every one
was borrowed.

tonight,
i’m
overdue.