F**k You. Never Mind.

Love

or delusion? You were

my favorite solution

to the problem of

God.

You cross stitch my craft.

Marbles are so beautiful.

Marbles are so beautiful.

Let me chase my

straightforwardness

with a warmed up

cup, limitations of

Truth,

microwaveable. I

wonder how we digest it.

Would you like some

cream with that? Your

coffee’s too strong.

Swimming in an entangled

dance, we didn’t touch.

I want to see you

Naked

with your clothes on.

Dissolve. Don’t cut me off.

Your smiles smell like

Flowers

from the funeral of my

Trust.

I refuse to make another

transaction. You’ve taught

me that dolls have

consciousness. Do you

believe it when no one

is around? You stay

indoors until it’s dark.

You’re missing out.

We’re missing out.

What if my freedom

restricts your

captivity? I watch

our ghosts evaporating

from the ground. And I

admit, I do appreciate your

Art.