no, i didn't leave the stove on, i promise by twelvedaysofjune, literature
Literature
no, i didn't leave the stove on, i promise
i am in love with burning,
but i am out of matches, which is to say
sometimes, i think of myself
as a house, except the house is empty,
and cold, and no one lives here anymore -
the house is empty and i have no matches
so i am the match and i am the house
but the house is empty inside -
so i light myself on fire
just to feel alive. i'm sorry, i told you,
let's be honest this time,
and i meant it. let's start over. okay.
this time, i'm a kitchen, except the groceries
were left out on the counter,
and they're rotting, and the cabinets
are all open
but no one looks inside -
and how on earth can anyone
make dinner like this? i could light it a
now announcing the extinction of fireflies by muscularteeth, literature
Literature
now announcing the extinction of fireflies
this depression thrilled my head spread
a filter inspired by a corner of his face
where the world exists for a moment singular
as it should be very well still
very empty very artisan well
citrine water unsaturated fade
bokeh lights in a bubbling fountain
silence,
a park we used to visit at night holy
even from the cicadas sick of their faces
amassed to write a hymn for summer
for the nostalgia generation i guess
theirs could be a new fate in meaningless
if everyone really wants good things
anyway most of us do i say
dirty bed sheet philosophy a fucked
ecology growing under the bed,
i can't believe the sheets still look
so printine
silence was not to her an absence
a beginning instead dead fruit
bursting larva in the cultures
of rotting pomegranate spilt rot
reductions of seeded sugar,
i see everything as mother innate
to her alcoholic tendency regrets
in everything she says like,
"we're worthless to infinity why
strive the inconceivable just
to paint another portrait of eve
more deceived than naive?"