bon voyage bunbun

say goodbye to the baby.


vegan pizza at midnight never tasted so good. vomit and ecstacy, and deliverance, and moans, and deliverance.


the heartbreak of your departure was topped with mushrooms


i spend time wondering if fetal bones can lodge themselves, safestuck, into uterine flesh


i fall asleep in fake silk, reveling in false fancy


when you come again, sweet henry, sweet harper lee, i will not say no


besieged with our own bogus complaints, we find our selves, once again, quite taken with our selves


zachary dear, i would find your child. if you came back, he would crawl in through knee plates and suck us quite dry. arid bones for desert, would you name him california? it would be a forgivable destitution. we could make sense of that style of sacrifice.


do you hear what that means? I am screaming it at the stars...


this day contains no time for restitution. i have laughed myself silly at the very idea


justin, kate, tanya marie, thank you for your absolution. i have lost higher bets on worse odds in the past


we will make of our beings some form of tender placement. solitude and sanctity, the most sincere form of rest


i have followed you down tunnels for a year. or maybe longer. or maybe forever. zachary, zachary, zachary, i will ruin myself on these dreams.


baby, i whisper myself out in your name.


ha fucking ha, and goodbye, and good night, and good rest.