three p.m.
tell the cat, 'I let you handcuff me, you bastard'
and she blinks at me, as if this were a time when
you can just tell a young woman she is a bastard
and she will sit curled up inside a coat of brown
or black or both and feel overdressed and cold
and know what a bastard is and she blinks at me
as if she is falling asleep in the snow, which she
has never seen, but I have finally seen, as of two
weeks ago the day after tomorrow. she was not
with me, and ultimately, it was unremarkable.
Death is among the
Yonder living in their
Imaginative abysses full of
Nothing but the pair of
Gates opening up to our
Breathing having been
Rendered to finally have an
End that has been
Ate by the single, open
Truths spoken by the devil in
Hell, directly to you
I want to be an archictect. The Eiffel Tower is my inspiration. I love doing sketches on my red book. I may post some of them here, hoping you enjoy them :)