Infinity Tangles

I can only define silence in terms of evergreen

and bile. I will always want to know how I

am going to die. so maybe the clearing is a landfill

in disguise and everything begins and ends with maybe.

I am not a constant but my apologies are

and I am sorry for that, with hair too

short and eyes too wide.

this story is dedicated to excess.

so long as the party continues

my coat forgives me for the cold

and the music ends at the same time it shouldn’t.

for my next trick I’ll tell you about disappearing

and clap right in front of your eyes.

never here never was never existed.

you’re dead by twenty-two

and I can practice my breathing even

if the white noise is.

the tight rope snapped

and your bare feet remind me of home,

marking the clock in time with apologizing

for getting blood on the carpet.

here is the same name mispronounced eight different ways

and no one focuses on the background of the pictures.

can’t you do better? can’t you stop this?

he has a future but he needs to leave to find it.

#HS