Beehive For A Brain
Why does one begin to write?
Because she feels misunderstood, I guess. Because it never comes out clearly enough when she tries to speak. Because she wants to rephrase the world, to take it in and give it back again differently, so that everything is used and nothing is lost.
Because she feels misunderstood, I guess. Because it never comes out clearly enough when she tries to speak. Because she wants to rephrase the world, to take it in and give it back again differently, so that everything is used and nothing is lost.
when the woods are too cold: i live in a shed.
it’s two in the morning
and the chickens are awake
and the bastard dog is barking and chasing them around the yard,
and it is on this tragic night
that those bloody crickets
(whose midnight choir practice outside my window
keeps me up for hours most nights)
have chosen to be silent.
squid milk javelin: I have been dropped inside someone else’s nightmare. This morning my...
I have been dropped inside someone else’s nightmare. This morning my limbs felt as though they had been dipped in lead and left out to dry in the sun. The heavy, heavy feeling of someone pressing down on my chest as though there was worse to come. You lie awake at night and try to imagine that…
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