#these are just a few
don’t smile at me.
not with that quiet,
patronizing smile.
don’t look at me.
not with those lashes thick
with halfhearted apologies.
don’t touch me.not with your freshly burnt skin
and blood under your nails.
stay away from me.
i don’t want to see
your eyes, your lips, your mouth,
your hands, your chest, your stomach,
your thighs, your calves, your feet-
it’s a bitter feeling. so bitter that i can
taste the upthrust of bile against the
roof of my mouth. it feels like the dead sea
reigns in my mouth. my tears don’t slide
down as droplets anymore; they slide in tiny
white crystals–and they taste like salt.
don’t look at me. stay away from me.
i don’t want you to see me like this.
Long Way Around Inspiration
Hey friends, I’m jumping back into 1979 and the groovy groovy life of time-traveling Steve and Darcy and the wee baby Smudge.
But it’s been a minute.
Anyone want to send me 1970s/1980s inspo to get my gears turning again (photos, songs, gifs of CE as Ari Levinson, whatever you want) I’d be eternally grateful.
I GOT YOU GIRL!!!