asked for it

Skivvy



One

When it is cold, like real cold,
I turn my body into itself––inside itself. A hunchback.
My shell is a real case of living and breathing.
Compensate by disappearing.


Two

It makes my whole body itch
then crack. Gold Bond won't keep me sealed.
Doc says it's all about hydration But I know better-
my soul's trying to leave me behind.
Escape through dying skin, my winter.


Three

I've said it before, and I'll say it again
"This time is the last time, and the last time wont be like this time."
And I mean it, have meant it.
Stay here as long as I say.


Four

People at work looked at me
with eyebrows raised to the ceiling
when I came into the office
covered in tin foil.
I will wrap
my dying hands
once more.

PS.

i love love love i love love love i am loving it all. over and over and over.

i am ALWAYS having fun.

I have realized that the density of
color is not what makes my head
feel dizzy it's about the tinge
of being true. I will get so close to
the good scent that I will retreat with
fractions of pollen blanketing my nose.
when the music slides through
my ears tinge red, blood flow
directing towards the piece of me that
can hear the good kind of noises.
At dusk we will drive around the perimeter
hands feeling the tinge of friction; the wind we
cannot see, and we will learn how to drive
further and further into it.

this is why I am finishing all of my work this weekend:

Tue 5/12
7:00 PM

Horse Feathers, Joe Pug
Joe's Pub 21+ $15


Wed 5/13
8:30 PM

Animal Collective, Grouper
Terminal 5 All Ages $25

Fri 5/15
6:30 PM

Melvins
Webster Hall 18+ $25