A Letter

again your declaratives leave little room for my feet to negotiate ... leaving my hips and thighs and rest of me out of it ... i do not psychoanalyze favorites ... unknowns are vast as you point out (rubs.my.wrist)where(your.ruler.strikes)  you are not my hormone fed punching bag ...


*scattered train of thought*  i find movies based upon comic book characters are usually visually stunning ... i have a simple eye for composition and livid color ...


a thought regarding love between you and i and its fracture points has been dancing and sticking its tongue out at me for a couple days ... it's solidified enough that it has form in words not spelled in vegetable soup characters

love requires need



a thought regarding how we communicate has been washing up on the beach of my thighs occasionally ... like a small shattered worn thin polished bit of the larger beauty that it now only suggests it to is hard enough to cut myself with

my anger is snide and hot and volcanic ... yours is cool and smooth and mistaken for a compliment



a thought regarding our comparative 'intelligence' showed up on a plate of cut red meat i hungered for and i have chosen to eat it and let it kill me with the microscopic materials that have made it their home

there is no comparison i am a feather weight




a thought regarding series photography and sequences of events in real life drifted black on white on the papers in the developing chemical baths that rotted my fingertips long ago, see the pretty pictures

we are certain only of what each moment exposes; before after during and the expectation of next ... it is a shell game played by an artist better at it than i





i do not want ... i feel hunger, i feel pain, i feel cold, heat, salt, sweet, sour




a thought regarding trapping animals and how they eat their legs and die in attempts at escape occurs now and i wobble on its spring wondering if my weight will snap it finally

it is all about the bait the trapper always wins




a thought about friendship was the card i had selected from a trick magician's deck while he grinned taunting at a birthday party

friendship is grown in a fermenting vat of share; the strongest share is pain and fear, it smells the worst and leaves the share always there




i will not write unless invited in ... i am a blood drinker of a harder time.  i think your original desire of me, the stated desire that premised it, has been sated  you now know me.

Mandy




"Now is the time we dance on Schproketz"




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 :thumb337594834: 120 AMmy voice is the crow
that caws in the pale night
right beside your bedroom door
(I am sorry
 I am not
 who you thought I was
 who you want me to be)
and I come in
uninvited, landing
on the frame of your abdomen
I want to die
by your arrow, I
say.
if you do not love me
then who will?