fables
i. this is a fable about a boy and a girl and
the boy is not inside of a room but neither
is the girl and this is a different thing because the girl is not inside of anything
while the boy is just not inside of a room: my new pastime is lying face down in large crowds of people and listening to ankles shivering by the scent of their personal arrangements life of electric veins
ii. a sleepless dream that you were here mere moving static on t.v. in white rooms my new favorite hour is waiting senselessly for life to catch up with me is to die minutely and soundlessly in a field with the stars out and sad love songs in earbuds
iii. remember when your skin nocturnal seashell remember moonlight through windows don't check hold your dreams under the pillowcase and keep them when you were here remember you
iv. sketching vases graphite for the empty spaces literature under the bones "love is a lonely thing" on canvas no one has words anymore i wake up and wash my face you wash your face empty rooms amazing how empty rooms you walk into
v. this is a fable about a boy and a girl but it's not really about a boy or a girl it's just about ten minutes watching the sky turn green in predawn respiration of the sun and how pendulum the heart sings and something about how we were made but mostly about how we can't remember how we were made