i’m trying to write in slow motion,
just want it all to leave a sick
muddy slick trail of something
you don’t know how to google.

i like the way mark kozelek talks,
and how arthur russell echoes,
and the glittering SOPHIE sludge.
my spotify playlist titled 야간운전.

i don’t remember myself every 1-4 weeks.
childhood trauma and “genderfuck” have left
me fractured, so i just reinvent myself over and
over and let my twitter catalogue me.

i started hallucinating food poisoning and
tonsil stones and chest pains this year.
they all go away once the anxiety fades.
webmd is entirely off limits, not one peek.

make it sticky sickly sweet,
honey bun heavy, chubby bunny
challenge, choking on cinnamon.
reel on repeat, make me sick.