down in me

soon soon really soon, but in the meantime here’s a poem because i know how you start jonesin’ (okay, i start jonesin’) and everyone hates a comedown. what a great weekend, right? what did you do? i kissed girls two at a time and hugged everyone and my body was like wow what is this stuff! my brain was spewing purple liquid in firework shapes. we are really alive today but let’s not try for 48 hours non-stop okay? i am filled with love for you lonely and breathing.

If I were the need for a pleasant air my mouth would be open

Do up the knots in my skin and quick
Hurl kisses at the orange night
We are not a thing that does what you do
You mean nothing to the thing that is him
There is nothing in a universal quality
That I can’t quite connect
When we talk about me you hear nothing
Nothing is the shape of my mouth when it breathes
It breathes in nothing and says things like third person
That stench is stuck to me