portal

there are countless rooms that evade the light of day, built and then forgotten, or simply not visited. an open bottle sitting cold on the counter in the dark that no one will ever knock over. a breeze will not touch these walls for many ages. there is a room 100 miles below the surface and the air conditioner is on. no one has seen it in years. there is a room inside a room inside a room inside a room. there is a room with one bird in the corner. there is a room of only green. there is a room with a drop of water evaporating.

turn this crank and my hands will spin in wild and unpredictable slow motion gyrations. i can shape my forcefield at will into the only shape of possibility free red apples flying over the city streaking across the stage flashing lightning eyes in your direction, you son of a bitch. i’m keeping my photos in my back pocket and sewing it shut with spider silk. i’m lost in plain sight and i wanna know you over and over.

i play agar.io so much that all of my thoughts have turned into balls eating other balls

i died
holding a wilted flower
in your hand