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ApoptosisShe calls it inner Progeria and says it's better
this way because no one can tell when they look.
She struggles to become unremarkable
but one look in her eyes and anyone can see
that she has never been normal.
She says it is inside and no one
should know that her organs are scarred,
her actin are slow,
her DNA is denatured to the point of apoptosis.
She says it is inside of her and no one should have toknow know
so she wears sunglasses, tints
her soul, proclaims she is able
to live a normal life and sets out to master
the endeavor of being ordinary.
but she is constantly failing
to necrosis of her soul. the past is never ending
and nearly immediately, she feels that she is again dying--
these fragments of oblivian are staccato heartbeats, end rapidly
each time she once again recalls that she is sick.
She calls it metaphorical stage three cancer
and claims that it is poetically killing her.
About Everythingin an empty room on the second floor of a reformed crack house my roommate is having sex with his fourth girl this month; the clouds shift in the window and the lack of blinds is more evident now then ever. I am constantly wondering if the neighbor watches me getting undressed. One day i am going to sit him down and say,
'look, we're tired of all having to move our cars so one of us can get out.
if you give us an extra parking spot,
I won't buy curtains."
Over the eruption of bed-rocking and girl-moaning I touch the glass of the pane and stare out at all of the faint outlines and blurred rooftops of the coldest city in the world. My heart goes out to the streetlamps, each a faint yellow glow that doesnt quite seem to reach the next. My heart settles in the halo surrounding them and I feel a piece of the pieces of me out there twisting and shifting attempting desperately to get a hold of something bright.
The piece of me that is still contained inside is a mess, a fragment of a bedroom
LinesI have replaced the columns of your spine
with the spines of novels,
Boning lined with titles in glittering bold text,
all those miserable writers facilitating volumes of poetry
to the uninterested public with
stanzas assorted, resorted
and desperately ended,
New York, New York,
I loathe you now;
this conclusion is empty, it's lacking meaning and entirely
plotless, never-ending and brimming with conflict;
I am fidgeting
avoiding your eyes as you scrub every surface in the kitchen;
it is only when i blink, jarred out of literature
that i realize you are cleaning me out of your home.
You freeze mid-mopping, kick the bucket in the corner
and say 'i mean it this time.
I stare at our feet, now swashed with dirty water.
My answer, though shaky,
is stubborn. 'No.'
The city is glowing on every corner, in every closed shop,
as I take the stairs from your apartment
to a decrepit flat where smoking is permitted indoors;
and billions upon billions of billboards dazzle
five foot eleven mo
ChurchesYou were the most shallow person in the church
as we prayed, and after services the preacher approached
and proclaimed you had a good heart, that everyone did,
but assured us that you were already damned.
Suddenly, as if realizing his position he one-eighties,
contradicts himself and declares like a street preacher
that it's never too late to be saved
and I wonder what you'd have to do;
I wonder how much of yourself you would have to give up and
I wonder if priests lie.
The sunlight veers across the stained glass,
spitting light in your face at an eighty-two degree angle as you say,
"sorry kiddo, i don't want to be saved."
I wonder what your punishment will be for talking down to a priest,
or for wearing chucks to church, or for attempting suicide,
that night in the stream four months ago; you never told a soul,
but I was frozen to an oak twenty yards from the reeds
and something stopped me from screaming,
instead I almost leapt in the water after you,
instead I almos
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