surprising tears. silk crows hanging from the ceiling

Listening/watching that ↑ for my ASL class.

Wrote most of this ↓ after karaoke last night + later ghost stories at a fast food joint.


I’m balancing on a knife edge,
thin and slick.

the ground overhead, dust
sifting into my hair
to rest on my scalp.

trees reaching for my shoulderblades.

If you can find the walls,
there is whitebread at the table.

underneath, forgotten clumps of hair
the memory of a dog,
to be picked over like tea leaves.

the future circles back
to catch the tail of the past

in his teeth.



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