half_asleep_poem_forty_one raze sean vacated the couch, sat on my lap, and gave me my mouth, like an animal only lacking some strength in certain parts of his body. now, theoretically, the thing i like best about it is getting killed. it turns instruments to stars, like a bare foot sighs. dishwater falls from a sky that's a sea too delicate to see. amid all this searching and uncertainty, i definitely miss you and the infinite bafflement of being. the lie is wrong, of course. life is permanently messier. 230521 what's it to you? who go blather from