chairs thrown in a pool i am still here you are still here waiting amongst a silent plastic assembly parthenon to some coming company swell to know what came before and what came after you is more than what you are now they are glossed over and below as it must be nice to be some quartz to keep running your hands back & forth & over & over & over you can fuck me and i mean it i have waited whole lives to be touched by you. and i will wait. and wait. & wait [...] whole lives to come into an understanding of [...] i’ve been told it’s like swimming in warm water. the lapping dogs of morning will likely turn rabid. i have seen one devour a rat. i have seen one fall in and learn to swim and fail to find the exit. i cannot decide to darwin or to god that if suffering is meant as machine why in a small dark motel when i hear the sound of girls talking through the wall i become an ancient flowing spring.
him of hallucination
he spoke in the ancient liturgical language sitting cross-legged in the shade of some ecological imbalance, said: "good luck on the edge of vulnerability come the tooth, roots like signs of the absolute a century of boiling light castle drip slowly strange-looking creature pulped with love."
a name is to domesticate
when I am moving I am nameless
only in sleep may you call to me
— (el)ena likes psychoanalysis and artichoke flowers. You can find her at https://bbkafka.wordpress.com/