Everything will try to kill you, incessantly. Don’t be scared.
I’m not scared.
I don’t even know what scared means.
You’ll be sleeping gently and I’ll know you
by your lurid exterior,
is I know the humboldt squid,
the abandoned arcade.
Let me tell you an interesting lie. I hadn’t seen anything as beautiful as the inside of my eyelids before you found me. That’s not the lie.
Straddle that line between the life you have now and the life you hope for, and as time has told over and over, choices will have to be made because one cannot have both.
Once I am there, everything is lines and shapes. Their bloated bodies mix among the rubble and their curves diminish into hard angles.