I stood in the kitchen because I wanted to be saved but it embarrassed me
None of my socks match but still I want to do ballet
Still I wash the spoons and try to be tuesday
When I chop the carrots in uneven rounds my hands hold intent like a color to which only a mother could name
The dogs are going hungry because they’re stuck just outside of being dogs
The nuns are all songs with just piano when their habits drop off their heads from tilting too far towards the light
The cockroach on its back inside the geometric fluorescents is an inverse star (I want to be saved)
I am so sober do you still love me in my little bedroom and my little car where my heart is constant and sludged across the walls
I’ll find you in the almost-dark all grainy how light gets when it doesn’t make sense, everything so big small, that place where I don’t wear pants and I am wave particle duality and we’re obsessed with the fourth harmonic and we strike it like a chord to which only a daughter could name
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