Roses crawl up my ankles
Lillies leading my arms
Maybe we were made for this, causing harm
Leaves fall down around me.
They’re smashing off my facelike orange and yellow lights.
we tend to forget
but the city doesn’t
and the monuments still laugh at me
when I forget my defenses at home
I ignore the weariness
reduced to child’s talk
good old Freudian slips
I am only a slave to circumstance
You are only an aspriring tyrant
in a sterilized town
and I am this black box
paupers in the kingdom of null,
we bleed the same blood
wash our hands before every meal
but never see eye to eye
I immortalized your bones in wet basements
stole your skin only to spit it out,
chewed gum onto the floor
but I could never escape
this intersubjective circuit of loss
my insides called
I found myself spitting on murals of possibilities
and waking up with bloody fists.
I sewed into my arm a reminder of the dread of waking.
The world rotates slowly under calloused feet
I wrap my heart in hardened skin