and the way garlic sticks to fingertips. Transfixed by almond eyes I became besotted by emotion. In my dreams I kiss girls and push them up against cement walls as though I were starving. Hunger fits its fist in my belly though I continue to eat. Strange the way objects have begun to take on a peculiar depth, as if always before I had seen everything only in two dimensions. Perhaps the deepest crannies of my brain have finally happened upon true reverence, how one must always dig inward and stop this restless sapping search for truth in things outside the self. How extraordinarily liberating.
Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down
on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity
i hate you
-e.e. cummings
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