the girl in my dream popped two vicodins and let you fuck her her eyes open & then her eyes closed.
in a dream i put my sister in a white garbage bag and threw it over the ledge of a train station in brooklyn, the body landed on the tracks and a train came splitting her right in half, the pieces everywhere.
there is a time for calm and content and then there is that urgency.
when a poem screams i stop to listen, a hungry infant at 4am
when a song is on i feel its reverence and when love is lost i kiss you.
I feel like I'm running but I haven't moved. I think it's because we're spinning. No, I'm spinning and you're standing still. No, you're not standing still, you're walking at a steady space to a future you hold in your head and I'm spinning in place with your hands and mouth on my mind.