County Holding

In county holding, girls recite the future from memory.

Sleep is an escape. Blankets for those with perfect zeros.

In county holding, the girls, they’re always using the

I mean,
it’s only love.

It doesn’t have to hurt.

but allwhite right unvexed real people-pleaser

Please dont forget to play. Can you remember 
the last time you danced?

I think the interview went pretty well, although at one point I remember asking the interviewer to speak slower this time, using simpler words, words with no syllables if possible. 

Wind in the ears like / Water ungathering / In and out of baskets.

The door is broken, the home is not 
as we begin to compare our splinters 
before our squinting eyes.

nature doesn't give a shit about what I want

It was bad today.

I stood in Trader Joe’s two hours

written in the season of cattle mutilation

each morning i go online & look at pictures of pretty girls in new york city.

I feel sexy / as a sheared sheep 

in the mirror the face you see yourself | I’m so fucking good at this | the eye is an aleph and every place is you

what to do with this boyfriend sized chasm?

on a quest for boobs / i become evil

Sun on the creases of someone I love, shadows cut / our funny surface.

Always those who wreak havoc having their way.

And the rubber women were melting / Like gum on the hot pool deck

you can build the fist into a exclamation point

crumple my stupid heart / a thing of wire and feathers

You’re so beautiful I see that everything is beautiful. A mudslide. A wound. A dead raccoon.

Best time to buy a bra / is right before the moon finishes / milking itself

Our bones 
are always grinning.

my mother finds the name water / sweating blue cloud hairs