I wroted this for you.

data silence

Ask me to leave you here, the parchment of my paper enveloped in clouds and a melodious distance that can only entangle my thoughts like the river red arteries that bind your heart to a vacant promise.

It is quite the woe that leaves me planted like ice dreams in a hot forest with translucent pastimes leading to middle futures. I want inside to be you I want outside to be me.

If I touched you in a place you found unbearable where bones can only see. If I touch you there would you remember who you were before I grazed your sanity with a sliver of myself too convoluted to be sold, too indefinable to be bought.

I want to live outside of myself she said. I want to be who I am not. I want the world to exchange shadows for my silhouette, trading selves for selves, and re-enacting shorelines of a greater diamond.

When the yawn comes I want to be ready for it. I want to split the seed between my teeth and let the force of my lungs blow it beneath the earth. I want you to grow there under wilted petals above the inclusive terms of nature. The cycle burned out like oiless engines. Breathing in gems of your saliva asking the non-existent for the remnants of what it means to be human and heavy with prayer.

I want to slice spit with my lips so sharp you bleed inside, hemorrhage from the force the inadequate tide that releases me from salt. The sea of my sores clasping together like claws from a crab. Red and blistered I pulse my feet, dragging like epilogues and silo’s.

Does it cost much to translate oneself into human?

Do you bend at the hot fragrance of a new summer. One that bleeds Los Angeles, one that mistakes addicts for angels and hookers for stars. Angels of a reckless afternoon. Here in houses that crack under impeding nevers. How dark can I make the light that I shine through… Who will call the epoch a quatrain. Who will douse their melted sin in the anguish of a new set of ethics.