a name without its outer shell
uncertainty at its finest
self avoidant lobster
boiling as she stewed
in awkward silence
i come for truth, she steamed
in performative nativity
revelations bubbling
like accidental punning
and safety in obscurity
tracing naked figures
and falling out of line
well, it’s better than nothing
but don’t wear your crutch
remember, love
take me mess me up
is what my shadow daemon says
what i meant was
love takes messing up.
i’ll leave it at that then
the dreaming bird cooed
dark night shivered
otherworldly leaves withered
these are all great...