words

this trendy bed
on which i sit
alone

consumer promises
await
i feel nothing
worth expressing

the empty hollow
of my heart
swallowed
by promises
and coffee
empty words
words
words
words
that spoke much previously

in a gesture
a smile
a furrowed brow
a political argument
understood by few
but yielded a couple

i'd give oh so much
to see
such an expression
now

not only such an expression
but from that
of.
a friend?

broke
broken
borrowing
beaten
bested
and blogging

bertha bakes her soul
swallows her sorrow
when she knows
that of her soul
and her misery
but is boundaried
to silence

silence is foolish,
speak to the simple longing
as we know you wish

Survival

Hardening one's soul
to the affect
of interaction

versus

holistic involvement
of one's experience
in affect

the former
be nutty
like a mad hatter
consumed by
baby ruth middling

the latter
tempestuous
open to pain
like violining fingers
that bleed
yet continue
to play

inclinations?
agree
disagree
fuck y'all

The real question
being
survival

The desire to be
Stone and
Problematic
and
the one to hurt
as opposed to the fluid
shape shifter
that is my mother;
the hurting

though I said it never to be
it has come
question being to embrace
or efface?