Two for the ride, sometimes it’s sad to transform.

 

Clouds in the sky’re orange, two wives exchange smiles after surgery. Lady puts a bathrobe on falls fat in the tub.

 

Wives who wanna look alike cut each other’s hairs off.

 

I am at a cool transition phase but I am not out there wanting what you gave to be given back.

 

Needs some more light on in the quotidian (itch my brain.)

 

Doorbell casts psychology of effects.

 

The two wives will miss each other. They can find one another in the mirror and it is almost not the same.

 

I look out window bleeding silence through the domestic.

 

The doctors say it’s like being me all over again. Confusion turns out to be just what must needs thought through.

 

I’m a garden tank of lie, my bedroom has a sky in it.

 

Someone marking my disappearance in a gallery. Art school shenanigans.

 

I see all those dolls I want my face to be and think how we ever getting here in this palace town.

 

The children went into the woods and became a part of it. Forever. Now I hang out in empty parking garages. Feels safe there.

 

Do you ever fall asleep before you get a chance to miss someone? How often does that happen and what is the consequence?

 

Waking up and kissing on top of Minneapolis. A pink day.

 

Something fades, a boy breathing. Get hit by a car you’re in a relationship now. It was so fun to play with dad when he was crazed.

 

A precision can be held up, as though we blur our way through it.

 

What a cheerless companion on that road is. Fucks better with a dildo than a cis top.

 

A smile towards different angels okay.

 

Take yr maleness out on the city, blue of the piano. Always pick the wrong while to pontificate pregnant on the blacked-out ceiling. Walls of gravity keeps us creeping through. A person can also be abandoned like a building. Live like a building. No one can see their arms in this place.

 

So excited to go inside what I wasn’t. A stuffed bear. Decisions are made by others in positions of power. That tearing operation that means a body. The Virgin Mary.

 

Technicolor realness of the sky. The door does not open. Out there, a world. Sit on the sidewalk and ponder how lost he is, you are.

 

Rejection come staple yr thoughts together; left thinking on a bridge. Other through forest. Throw out broken stances on the railway. Internal suicides’re always silent.

 

I too can perceive myself part of the code. The midwestern just in time. Flip that phone closed and have a revelation.

 

Tears flow in different colors of the night. The blues and yellows and greens. A red car goes by. I will sit here and meditate yr head in my lap until you make a decision. I could have run away at any point but I went to the hospital instead. That’s the best place for hosting confusing dreams. Deep in downtown, a known one looks off a building. Morning is here, though it’s too early to drink coffee; rather watch the airplanes instead.

 

Annihilate yrself in their light.