the
biter
bulletin
busybody
deux à la fois
drool
God
lackey
lucy
lycan
keel
love
nobodies
peace
plant in the sink
proxemics
Richter
singularity
spokes
summons
Swing
the clock ticks
timetable
treasure
words
Untitled (Bells)
Untitled (Congratulations)
Untitled (Dysania)
Untitled (Elastic)
Untitled (Fire)
Untitled (Light)
Untitled (Neck)
Untitled (Neck II)
Untitled (Secret)
Untitled (Weight)
my thoughts have sung to me.
only a caricature of life leads the way
while my eyes dance
from the most important thing
to the least and back
that’s the treasure
because although i see what’s happening
to me
even i’ve forgotten every friendship
made with a glance.
no subject is beautiful enough
when i die, portions of me will persist and those pieces
shall almost certainly outlast the rest
i know the sacredness of chaos,
that when everything good is in ruin
i can laugh
because it is funny.
snakes shed everything that protects them
and so can i