incongruent_thoughts jane this new show: the desire to share this with her consumes me. i crave her perspective. she illuminated me. she carried music like an albatross around her neck. she taught me chaos. i know late at night she must remember, "i miss your sweetness," "put your fingers in my mouth." how she disrupted my neck. she made a skeleton of me. and then hated my bleached bones. perhaps i overappreciated the gift of something abnormal. my attempts at catharsis are futile. she invariably invades my pathos. i wax spindly, the blue jar upon the windowsill reflecting architectural anomalies. the dog sighs in her sleep, the fan pounding sounds in the air, basslining for imaginary musical genius. my hair still wet at the roots, smelling of camelina and weed, haloing like straw around my face. is pluto a planet anymore? have you mapped out the constellations on my sheets? this is what your face looks like. heavy sigh, says the large sleeping dog. 150729 what's it to you? who go blather from