Don't let me forget.


Stringsall these strings hanging out of dressers, walls, garter belts, harps, ligaments and fingernails. it's a wonder how people can see.Strings
i miss the good old days, when i had friends who knew. it's important, they said. it's repulsive.
strings tied around pipes, strings leading the way to explosive devices, lit on fire. duck and cover. strings woven like a worm into skin, into scars, strings that dangle from puppets, strings around an old man's neck. spider webs and hair that keeps growing when you're dead, strings t


I wish...Every time I see those beautiful deep-sea fish, I wishI wish...
To be one of them. If I would, I could
Be an octopus. With their blood cold, hold
Strong and many suckers that can glue onto you
On long tentacles. Or a mythical siren who can hold a song for as long
As any song can last. I can also be a starfish as I wish
And live peacefully. These thoughts bring my mind a light for every night.


stop ruining autumn.listen:stop ruining autumn.
fall makes me think of leaving and of apple cider, though i never liked apple cider.
but i liked the idea of it.
listen:
two years ago i met a boy as fragile as dead leaves, who called me his little spring girl. (i'd always liked autumn the best.) he kissed the two soft dimples on the small of my back and told me helikedme helovedme hewantedme.
and oh, by the way, "everything good must come to an end."
listen:
on our one year anniversary we picked out two pumpkins and i drew elephants on them for us to carve. he cut his out so aggressive


12.0512:0512.05
happy happy happy birthday dear Soldier-under-my-Flappers-breastbone.
the infectious skin I have seems to be healing, but, like, it itches like the Dickens.
dear Soldier-under-a-already-occupied-chest did you have a happy happy happy birthday
my Flappers breastbone says blatantly, you must be no writer if you cant make stories out of three misplaced boys
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