: faceless

we borrow
words from each other
filter them through our own
digestive tract
purge our truth
lend it to our loved ones
lie to our lovers
cover our asses
cover all the bases
check the boxes
check ourselves out in reflective windows
pass the time
pass out
pass away our own health
with every casual
french fry.

: day 0

the blinking cursor.

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daunt | |

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what tools do you own

that support your art?

what medium do you use 

to share your world?

how will you make sure you never forget 

what you have 

yet to do?

list • • •

list • •

list •

all of your favorites

deepen yourself, relate

same , , ,

same , ,

same ,

but always wanting 

to feel 

different.

: you know how

when you quit anything

cold

you think you forget

how you ever knew how–

so much really is like riding a bike,

memories in your fingers

embedded in your nose

rooted down to your toes, all twenty-six bones.

the smell of home,
              of that spring,
              of necks, 

then that one familiar neck 
reminds you what it's like 
to begin again.

: feel dirt

if you were to draw 
a comparison, would it look 
like mine?

we stare into red, swirl at the stem
scrape at our years, and 
fall fresh into old habits.

i tried just hard enough
to impress [myself into] you
so later, for longer, you'd think of me often and on
purpose.

if i undid all of my firsts
and forgot all of my feelings
i'd never have found another.