Hope Cottage Inside the walls of Hope Cottage I sit on one of the comfier chairs. The ones with the cushions where i can curl my legs, my lips, and my hair. I sit on the comfier chair where my ass warms faster faster than yours faster than my heart and I chew on the corners of my mouth waiting for some kind of nourishment. Inside the walls of Hope Cottage I built myself an empire of comfier chairs with walls that hold only darkness and hide my ransacked face. Now that the walls are there I don't need them but I need the company of cold and fear and openness to let you inside of me.

Steam You ask if I want a cup of coffee and I say "I'm fine." You make yourself one anyway with sugar, no cream. You ask how things are going how am I feeling today? with my eyes at the edge of the table I say "fine" making sure to look away. We cover schedules, money, and weather finding safety in the mundane We talk as if nothing ever happened. We talk as if the coffee is still hot. There is no urgency. And the smaller the talk the larger the noise. We talk as if we are full of freshness until tears break the molds of my eyes with sirens screaming you say "take care of yourself" I think. I say, "I'll be fine"

Falling Don't jump. Don't think there is nothing to live for but living but living is falling falling not flying with gravity at every turn and cavities and earthquakes and nothing to bounce off of when your lard hits the floor or your shit hits the fan whichever happens first. so don't jump don't fly don't live a few moments of weightlessness to relieve a lifetime of lead.

It's just a feeling I have at times I want to live until I want to die shaken and tumbled through a stained glass picture I miss her. So she is standing there with all her possibilities passing out affinities like middle school gossip notes her generation barely afloat infected by antidotes learning to keep away from ambiguous wording showing exclusive explicit images of what life or death or love is playing the odds that are dealt out in dreams until flying trojan horses trample all our buildings