— Bon Iver
A wavering of truths
whether it is best to just stay in the dark
all my parts wrapped tightly
like my pursed lips
to ease the lines that like crevasses
create when the water comes charging
another one’s treasure
I can’t be this nothing to you
Keep searching till we find it
or it stops mattering
when did I?
I have yet to give the dollies breath
her crimson fingers
her blue satin lips
its stained on the inside
you have to get it from the inside
she’s wrapped up so tight
so tight hair in ribbons
and curled to perfection
like tiny crisp pieces of bacon
I would eat her if I thought she would make me beautiful
strange and beautiful
shocking and beautiful
It is easy to see why they love her
and not my reflection
she is breakable and colored like chimes and christmas morning
Everything solid becomes flat
against the sky’s blue lit
with streaks of black.
A moth caught my attention
dancing in my doorway.
The city life almost absent from my senses
the coffee lingering on my tongue.
Almost smell the sawdust of your beard
the future in little pixels
the memory of my father dancing with me to Mr Matthew’s ‘satellite’.
My wishes go up to be caught by god knows what
against the bleating of shadows.