more snow
more little dogs
(last night i took a dose of the remedy)
sweet tiny pearls rush to the floor,
when they hit, a tiny crashing sound, but you don’t hear,
you pretend to sleep
there are moments when i think i am deaf and in times like this u must be sure u r awake:
in fact,
i am fighting: to remember my dreams
i am fighting: to write poetry
i am fighting: to fight
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more little dogs
(last night i took a dose of the remedy)
sweet tiny pearls rush to the floor,
when they hit, a tiny crashing sound, but you don’t hear,
you pretend to sleep
there are moments when i think i am deaf and in times like this u must be sure u r awake:
in fact,
i am fighting: to remember my dreams
i am fighting: to write poetry
i am fighting: to fight
where does it leave us now?
where the air feels like glue but nothing’s sticky; this disorientation
where the air feels like glue but nothing’s sticky; this disorientation
the name of your mother’s cat is pearl
you show me pictures on your phone
but i can’t hear your voice and so i pinch my arm, first, and then yours,
hard
you show me pictures on your phone
but i can’t hear your voice and so i pinch my arm, first, and then yours,
hard
****
it is night snow's on fire
and yet you sleep
while dances in sock-feet wave through rave streams: big wheels of flame
push through dark's canal or was it
the gate
this whole time
you sleep and wait
YOU'RE NOT EVEN DREAMING
there were ten or twelve messages goddammit
glove-handed, snow-script and stick-for-brains
every note punctuated the same
"?"
"????????"
you are mad bc I can scream as loud as I want but you'll never
hear
me or am I mad
meanwhile refuse to count turns night inside out on the otherside: control
it's not so bad
and being alone is easy with you
a grid of lights, I told you, it's more than you could have ever
open your eyes