By Em Doodles, Meej Douglas, and Sandra Zanetti
They blamed me for the fire but I was only ashes
Unpierced the cartilage
Obsess over the abscess you left in my neck
Plucking kisses into it
Dirt and blood and torn fatigues
And kindled belly on arrival
Breath like snakes kept too long in a jar
1960s sweat
Hurt worse
I gave up everything
Fear and motion
Unpierced the cartilage
Obsess over the abscess you left in my neck
Plucking kisses into it
Dirt and blood and torn fatigues
And kindled belly on arrival
Breath like snakes kept too long in a jar
1960s sweat
Hurt worse
I gave up everything
Fear and motion
Silver lodged between infected gums
We don’t know what you mean
that never happened
my mouth begs, but my eyes demand
shifting around inside their fatigues
group death A throbbing organ One too many
We don’t know what you mean
that never happened
my mouth begs, but my eyes demand
shifting around inside their fatigues
group death A throbbing organ One too many
you’ll see me in everything, yet nothing in me
I was living too close to my bones
I was living too close to my bones
Cartoon violence Softening the hands
Smoke at the door Adorn the failed carpenter
A hungry fox doesn’t live long
Can I force it?
Convulsing woodworm and barking
A chill following the sunset
Vomiting some evil pink substance
Maybe I can only do it when I’m not thinking
Smoke at the door Adorn the failed carpenter
A hungry fox doesn’t live long
Can I force it?
Convulsing woodworm and barking
A chill following the sunset
Vomiting some evil pink substance
Maybe I can only do it when I’m not thinking
What more could a body ask for?
I smell like gasoline again
Sounding wounds
Sanding down bones Do I want it, little dog?
We don’t know who you are
I smell like gasoline again
Sounding wounds
Sanding down bones Do I want it, little dog?
We don’t know who you are
Hacking at it with lefthanded scissors
Yearning for a new soul
Just last night’s silent dream you dream you dream you
Yearning for a new soul
Just last night’s silent dream you dream you dream you
Pick at a thought until the skin hardens
Peelings like flaying hide what is real to us
Hardly an intruder ducks feet by the door again
I tasted brains sizzling on the end of my tongue
Head first Hundreds of helicopters… and in my mind it was the sexiest thing ever
Can I help it?
A voice outside the door
Peelings like flaying hide what is real to us
Hardly an intruder ducks feet by the door again
I tasted brains sizzling on the end of my tongue
Head first Hundreds of helicopters… and in my mind it was the sexiest thing ever
Can I help it?
A voice outside the door
bleeding
an old story with the hair still growing on it
anyway
a voice too pale to say
control freak at the crossroads
she was in the stillest part of the water as I watched her
happy to be undone if it means you recall my mouth’s hollow cracking in the salient parts of your ribcage
the Americans always said, if I open my heart to you, you’ll end up in my living room
I am marred by the honesty fructifying the garden
a voice too pale to say
control freak at the crossroads
she was in the stillest part of the water as I watched her
happy to be undone if it means you recall my mouth’s hollow cracking in the salient parts of your ribcage
the Americans always said, if I open my heart to you, you’ll end up in my living room
I am marred by the honesty fructifying the garden
the two of us
threading fingers together like it might disguise our insides
people chanted my name
threading fingers together like it might disguise our insides
people chanted my name