muted pieces
scattered all across the yard
and me gazing
back upon
myself
i rose
drenched in
god’s fire
/ yours? mine? /
hospitalised
split across time
three times three times three
worn like
dead leaves
of next fall
we watched
doing nothing
to stop.
that time i had a breakdown
and fell off a skateboard
and took three tabs of acid while reading valis
gravel falling from my closed ****
for years after
like pieces of my own failing
self
also the human condition
also the capitalist condition
also the postmodernist condition
and that time i wore a pink shirt to deconstruct gender
