terror i s h

CANWEPRETEND

that aeroplanes in

the night sky are

like shooting stars

w h yd om y d r e a m st u r n t o d u s t

we’remelting down

the bells

but

when

the

armory

empties

you said

everything like it was an

afterthought.

you should have used it more wisely,

that soul you bought.

and now your mouth’s running on, telling us all the ways she went

wrong. but nobody’s listening and so soon we’ll all be gone.

wrong, so you didn’t get it right. no one ever gets it right.

what’s it like at am 5 o’clock when all the love’s asleep on your block. post memorial drive,

you’ll be the last to leave, to say your goodbyes to ghosts eternally lost inside.

your son’s hands stayed warm long after he died. it’s all a matter of reaching.

it’s all a matter of coveringbelieve me it’s nothing.

believe me it’s everything you never wanted it to be. it’s all a matter of reaching.

it’s all a matter of struggling. believe me it’s nothing.

believe me it’s everything you ever needed it to be. this can’t be an afterthough.

this right here is all i want.

t h i s

u n i n s p i r e d

m u s e

R U L E S

O N L Y

B A R R E N

L A N D S

NO mOThER EvER DREAmS

that her daughters’

gOiNg TO gROW

UP TO BE A jUNkiE

NO mOThER EvER DREAmS

that her daughters’

gOiNg TO gROW

UP AND SLEEP ALONE

S E T

Y O U R

B O D Y

A B L A z E

S E T

Y O U R

B O D Y

A B L A z E

The bright lime green walls

watched me sit in silence.

and everything that had happened

faded into nothing.

Four a.m.-concrete bed.

Rented car-thoughts in flames.

I didn’t know what I was even doing there.

BACk AND fORThacross the map

UNTiL i REACh ThE END

i only live in that one moment in which you die

terror i s h