wishywell by antigone published on 2018-12-18T17:10:59Z Doug felt like her head was splitting out backwards, running overdue emotional procee she felt less, maybe, or just felt like dusting where the dirt can’t be seen some torment running through or over like water or lesser like a greased dirt that doesn’t wipe from fingertips without leaving the pulp of clothing Dog Isn’t that nice boys It’s too sweet We couldn’t have made it anymore black and white We made ourselves a nice little masterpiece at yr expense Enduring --Vaulted smoothed down collar hands raw or soft, worked and weak barely anything left to erode [bones] water touching/to a part it shouldn’t before rinsed never rinsed new rinsed rinsed and given new loose threads in stitches stitched to corner to [cross]roads to mouth tight lipped and lidded tight eyes a shade darker worrying the skin to weakness a stretched leather rinsed and thinning bend to hurt without fear, smiling it doesn’t hurt this is how you know a thing [what hurts] how can i begin to explain [to you (why/what i have done] I'm not a bad person It feels good doesn’t it Late for curfew senseless a neckhold of a personality i love you like i love anything that is crawling inside of me your doll body your extra flexible joints/yr joints twisting in every direction youre smiling youre saying things and leaving them there sharing space my chest sinks [in] a social concave a sore um what do you call this part of the body I'm hungry An angel visited me in a dream and told me i should watch tv Her description of the mfa program was perfect Mfa programs are counter to my spiritual inclinations but orange donuts are not I'm cleaning my nails I'm bending something I'm licking like a cat I'm making my mind a vice The stray’s fear of not being taken / care of The begging dog / bowl The sore scalp The just scalp Here’s the thing i know about your identity I’ve mapped it on the wall of my apartment I know who your friends are That’s nice because they are all connected with strings of different colors I inspired faith in the places i choose to stand A crisis of faith: the places i choose to stand A crisis inspiring faith: the places you find me standing I am cute but some people think i know too much I say a word “ok smarty pants” I conceal my engagement in illicit activities and perceive this fear of intelligence as them being ‘on to me’ My crimes are worse than i could ever perceive them to be Genre Trap