28 March 11 12:37:38 am
w r e t c h ( e d ) //you fill your fat belly with intricate beauties. you swallow the organized chaos of light, color, shadow. eating it down & down & down till organs threaten with rupture. then you try to nibble at cold reality, at fiscal propriety, at getting on in the adult world, and you wretch. and you wretch. and you wretch. till you choke on lung and throat and half-digested strings of light. till your face contorts and your eye-whites bleed, and you’re heart, your screaming-open-heart, threatens with rupture.
the world looks on disinterested at this pointless flailing.
