inflection point
inflection point infect me with your biggest shortcoming in fact, my nose is clear even in this weather whether you can tell my vices from my wisest lies is a story full of love but empty anyway, i clear my throat because i still love the people i know i wish i did not impish impulses imply ammunition – come, expedite the decay of this hole ignore my stupid heart trying to heal everything kneel into the loveless elbow of the river – do you even know the word for the warm skin between your chin and your throat in your own language? your funny bone? for the little piece of the bone in your foot you’ve broken ever since a child? cradle me like a napkin: i’m weak to sandwiches named after girls groove like this is our bedroom: the vibe is that we don’t talk about it shakily whisper beside me: i have bags & bags of clarity now a wish, a little like the name of the parents of everyone i know, scribbled into my notepad fo...
