home for sale

---we go home, you dazzle of home, you advertise it. the father owns the mother---

owns me. but i own something that cannot be kept, by anyone. it has no quantity. i hear laughing downstairs, a joy that sounds like a threat.

---we laugh at you so your shell will harden and compound in value. your treasure is ours. we'll keep you kept. your body has agreed to the sale of an organ. the price is the price. the sales/death process commences.---

and you purchase nothing for the cost of nothing, a vast fortune of costume jewelry, a string of pearls of atoms with a half life of my lifetime that cannot be worn or sold. it already decays. i will not discard what discards itself.



pacing animal
selfless hermit
i regress to evolve
550 sq ft is more than enough for every human stage
am i blessed
i am
i drink
i look
out the kitchen window
a lone woman on a desolate sidewalk
takes a selfie in front of
HOPE by robert indiana ✌️
alone together
i raise a glass,
"cheers to the past,
and death to the present"


all the nights i spent waiting
cash up to less than nothing
more immortal debt

touch my heart
with a needle if you have to
being hurt is at least
being something
by anyone

i cannot pretend anymore
to be adept at living
who knows what it's good for
except for dying
and coughing myself to sleep