crazy.

could it be
that i am so cold i am with fever?
if only i could find a name for this disease
but there are no finding symptoms
i check myself in
could this be an emergency?
nurses in sponge divert their eyes
begin with the h (speak not such a word)
the bottom of the rolling bed
placebo filled iv
injecting
paranoia
into my veins
the floors [...]

What does this even mean, Deena?

After thirty-five injurious, felicitous, inebriated and (fay-tiptoed) phantasmic hours, a lucid dream fell over me—-
culling into me.
It was heavy, creating
interruption and
altercation on the
hollow of my stitching.
I’m creating a concoction, don’t you know, an equation for separation and the make-shift nuances of odalisques. Stir twice, call true, this trumpeting kiss observes rhapsody and sweet. [...]

Explosive mechanical.

Yesterday, Pheromone girl, with her vacillating magnetism
leapt out of her heart, for a short, transitory moment.
But just as swiftly as she had let fly on hands, feet and knees,
She crawled right back in.

Plastic rose ragdoll

You— set a virus in my skin. I am sienna and gold, and lavender and brass. I am the fragrance on the back of your neck, etched into a synthetic tattoo sighing our mathematical equation. You and I are not ellipsoidal. Erase the surface area. Shade over my scent with the syrup of her cordovan [...]

Child: seize each moment.

Ebullient neophyte: let be your laughter,
for one straight moment.

Abjure that vim, if only to rid yourself of that puerile scent. [...]

i’m kind of lame, i guess.

the complexity of my inability to properly recuperate is often miscommunicated.
i’d like to say i’m falling all over myself in celebration, but i’m simply just another, run run (distilled).
it’s just that, yesterday, i was five (it’s oh so clear) and then i was eleven and thirteen and seventeen.
and yet i speak as though i have [...]

THIS PLACE FEELS SO UNFAMILIAR.

I remember when the world was at my feet;
I used to fall, ever so gracelessly in its copious arms-
heart sporadic, conviction leaping.
I remember when there was limbo;
I’d entered so fervently
eyes blazing and
heart breaking.
That was a time ago.
Purgatory and paradise
are safely tucked behind my ear,
a dry insurance policy.
Line me up, I’m waiting for
the middle.
Automatic prolonged ataxia
for [...]