in a suicidal mood.

remember the smell of fresh
crushed carcasses of grass bodies
clearly wet with morning cries
tears slathered on my toes
the smell of intrusion marks me

cut here along these lines

bruises all over
bleeding dirty watercolors
to cross each other's
boundaries.

endless sugar and cream

eating all this sugar coated in fire
made me scream out little
well-known secrets like
your name to the sky
sent up to the clouds to sleep
like cavities
growing on my teeth.

i will ignore the distance.
i will pretend to know
what the clouds are thinking
tonight as we shout through sticky lips
all of this as our throats buckle,
once, twice, again--
they are thinking

what a sad world
it would be, if
there were no stars
in the day, if
these sparkles
ever were
to go out and fade.

found your handwriting
on the page

"vision?"