[gouged-doll]

etsuko miura, eucharist | my scans

[gouged-doll]

etsuko miura, eucharist | my scans

[pulsatilla-puella]

i fall in love with anyone i sleep with, you know, which is to say, i never fall in love. and i'm never really angry, and it's the same thing as always being angry. beside our table, two girls are listening to our conversation. about neurosyphilis, about sickness that brings pleasure, about you putting me in a box, about my lovehate. they see me get really quiet. they see us laughing every two sentences. they'll know me forever now, they've seen all there really is. and you can never really know, which is to say, you always know

[pulsatilla-puella]

later, he loves me later. "i saved my feelings for you in a box." monochrome love, colorful horror, i'm colorblind but feel rosy. you're the only one i can write about, why? you're the only one that makes life into a movie, why? you're the one i bloom around, why? you say you don't know why but feel it too, then fold it and place it in a box. you're my entrails pulled out of me and revealed. you're love as my autopsy. you're the one digging in the mud: "here's your liver, hear it? here's your lung, hear it? here's your rib, hear it?" and then i joke, tell you to make music out of me. "here's your heart, oh no it's racing, oh if i keep going you'll end up with an arrhythmia." racing and rosy, like the loveliest kiss or the loneliest lips, my heart broke free from me and ran off

[forest-woman]

Renee Lalique Glass and Perfume

[havingapoemwithyou]

You With the Crack Running Through You by Kim Addonizio

[pulsatilla-puella]

i am sticky for you. behind the teeth, or dry spit, or long lost pop songs, or summer. who is awake with me in the night? eyes open like a blade, feeling like this day still has more to give, even in this pool of silence, no, especially then‐ who can feel the day sticking to the skin like summer? melting from my touch, i melt too, waxy like that

[havingapoemwithyou]

Crush by Ada Limón

[pulsatilla-puella]

i say your name. at night i lose my grip so i say your name. tongue in roof, salty, knitting the air into sound. i dream of appetite, want, little things that aren't mine. not even hungry i covet. itchy itchy nothings of nothing

[metamorphesque]

The Piano Teacher (2001), directed by Michael Haneke

[ytumamatambien2001]

love exposure 2008

[pulsatilla-puella]

the heart is a lake, hurried and gushing, water blooming into a bruise. then the heart is a bomb passed around, when it blows up it will take one of us with it. then the heart is a locket hung around the nape of the neck, knotting, choking, cooling the nerves that tell us to breathe

[pulsatilla-puella]

today the sky looks like veins

[pulsatilla-puella]

[pulsatilla-puella]

today the sky looks like veins

[havingapoemwithyou]

Masculinity ode by Ally Ang

[havingapoemwithyou]

Regime by Carl Phillips

[pulsatilla-puella]

in love with your writing

you're so sweet