so the world can watch me die | I

Jul 24

being, which might be to say working, as my own witness.

there are no boys lasting me

and all of this entertaining is fruitless distraction

but my god do these intensities

of company and love turning to loneliness and absences

enamoration and despise

living and dying

birth and sex

move my wilderness.

the couple next door ceaselessly fight

some nights more violent than others

or that might just be their sex.

and this duplex’s fence in the back nearly fails to separate us.

i wonder what murderous ends become of such proximity.

company come back