I render a coin
for something
I forgot
the sky
scratching itself
into decency
when I
wake up
always rattling
around
in my skin
a new aesthetic
I can’t
quite claim
to understand
meaning
why the birds leave
birthmarks
adhesive
on the ground
people running
around
their dreams
loudly
it can only
get better
all the world
coming out
my phone
I open
another feeling
parentheses
breathe in
pagination
touching
my screen
intimately
I feed
on good looks
the absolute
chasm
between my legs
emptying
all my
prescription bottles
into
my pit
I desire
to burn out
nature
my existence
saying I’m not
ready to go
I’m going
to get
somewhat better
I mean
watch me
high
I’m tagging
the clouds
