Ars Poetica |
My tongue on your neck, familiar taste of salt. Just googled how to say a prayer After a long day I texted my mother: I am awaiting death. Her: Ok. I am awaiting death too and am a lot closer. Just googled how to perform a séance Apparently, an Australian kiss is like a French kiss but down under. You make an animal of me. Something untamed. Killed a cockroach with the flyswatter and now there’s exoskeleton everywhere. Just googled how to become a Canadian citizen Just learned that the Kelloggs invented Corn Flakes as an anaphrodisiac, wanting to make a cereal boring enough to curb masturbation. Don’t we all deserve a little pleasure we can’t exhaust? I want to ask God for forgiveness. Dreamed again last night of my arm catching on the barbed wire, the shock of pain, the blood pebbling… No one ever taught me how to pray. Today we watched the sky fill with smoke, the brushfire spreading along the highway. Someone just messaged me, So when will I have a piece of you They say God built Eve’s body around Adam’s rib. There’s a snake on this trail and now I’m going to die. Just googled brown snake with white diamonds on its back Just googled is it venomous Just googled if you hit one with a stick will its family come after you Just googled signs I’m having an aneurysm Once, my nose bled so much eagles started circling overhead. Strange, the idea that swallowing the dead sustains life. If only there were a way to undo death, describe the taste of ash on the tongue. |