strawberrytaeger

stat•ic
          	/'stadik/
          	adjective
          	I. when the surgeons open up your body they will find an unending winter within. a slowness, a stillness in the evergreen needles of your bones. no blackbirds or swift foxes. no whispering, pushing wind. only overlapped dark trees and white snow, dark trees and white snow, dark trees and white snow.
          	
          	II. you dream about heat. you dream your skin bursts open like the skin of an overripe yellow tomato does, all your gold juice seeping into hungry earth. you dream the dripping cold demons fly out of your ribs and into the mountain caves where they belong, buried in muddy riverbeds, curled around wet stalactites, nested with newborn bats, anywhere, anywhere but inside you.
          	
          	III. there's a song hidden in your quiet mouth somewhere.

strawberrytaeger

stat•ic
          /'stadik/
          adjective
          I. when the surgeons open up your body they will find an unending winter within. a slowness, a stillness in the evergreen needles of your bones. no blackbirds or swift foxes. no whispering, pushing wind. only overlapped dark trees and white snow, dark trees and white snow, dark trees and white snow.
          
          II. you dream about heat. you dream your skin bursts open like the skin of an overripe yellow tomato does, all your gold juice seeping into hungry earth. you dream the dripping cold demons fly out of your ribs and into the mountain caves where they belong, buried in muddy riverbeds, curled around wet stalactites, nested with newborn bats, anywhere, anywhere but inside you.
          
          III. there's a song hidden in your quiet mouth somewhere.

strawberrytaeger

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how long do i have left with my dog?
          'til i start forgetting shit?
          (how long?) 'til we're rich and then we're not
          and then we're rich?
          how much longer (how long?) 'til i'm taller?
          how much longer 'til it's midnight?
          how much longer (how long?) 'til the morning?
          are my legs gonna last?
          is it too much to ask?
          is it too much to ask?
          is it too much to ask?
          is it too much to ask?
          is it?

strawberrytaeger

 #i know this is a real experience #but in my mind this sentence is an entire poem #you're an adult now trying to distance yourself from the horrors around you #but your escapism leads you right back to the terrors of your childhood #you are running from the frying pan into the fire #which is to say the very thing that haunts you. that makes you want to run in the first place #this weed tastes like the lake i nearly drowned in as a kid #and i went back the next summer and the water was calm #now my lungs full of smoke lead me down in the green #to the dark where the catfish had eyes like gods #and i'm older and wiser and know how to swim #but the kid in the water's still terrified #death doesn't dream. death kisses with tongue #and is waiting at the bottom. in the mud #or whatever. I'm not a poet

strawberrytaeger

adam wakes up, probes his side. rib gone, wound sticky. god's fingers have touched a place that will never be touched again. how does adam not curl up, swell and fall, beg god to touch him again. to touch him everywhere else. not just ribs but cheek, inner thigh, lap. the worst part of the side-wound is not that god penetrated you but that he won't do it again

strawberrytaeger

come here, stay with me, stroke me by the hair
            'cause i would give anything, anything, to have you as my man
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