Our Clothes are Softer

Oh, Joey Comeau, I’m in love. I think you’d know what to do about that, would tell me, Sometimes our hearts don’t match our mouths. Would remind me, What ever happened to secret admirers? Are they just stalkers now? Would tell me over and over, I love writing notes to strangers. ”You have the best laugh I have ever heard.” In love with? Everything that moves. Taking oranges to the hospital, and finding lemon peel in our shoes. Zest under my skin, citrus goosebumps. Caress me down, with your Jesus revolver dreams. He never misses a shot.

In love with?
Sleeping naked, entangled with you. Primal desire. Small savory pastries. Basil and salt. Each of these? Un petit mort? Oh, give me many little deaths- it will not stop my kisses. I want to be filled to brimming with mutterings. He said I was breathtaking. Young men with glass-shatter voices, swap cigarettes and hickeys til their lips bruise.

He said I was breathtaking. I said, I don’t know you sir, and got down off the train. I have been chewing holes in my thumbs. Catching up with British Boy, whose friend’s heart just burst open. They watched it stop beating, the suffocating of a watch in cloth. No one believes. He says, Boys don’t cry. If I were there, you could cry into me. “What will the aim of future painting be? To create previously unknown sensations.” I have been perusing Giorgio de Chirico. The sun had a terrible beauty. Everyone wept.

In love with?
Things Victoria finds the Morning After. Rainbow unicorn bandages, Chanel lipstick, glitter polish. Her pockets full of tootsie rolls and vanilla extract. Many packets of cigarettes. A cigar. She says, I feel like a glitter princess; you are the Queen. The sound of a dying street light. Check out my heroin phone and your cigarette sweatshirt. Why are you in a constant state of discontent? The end of the world is not near. “Well…I have come to the realization that the things I miss most are the things I’ve never had. My dream is to fly.”

In love with?
Gardens and symbols. I was in the grocery store yesterday. Found a selection of little seed packets, and picked up a least nine before I knew what I was looking for. I would have packaged one up in brown paper for you, of course. I was thinking, it seems like years since we've spoken. This will not change anything. I was thinking, how beautiful this is. But they had no sunflowers.

In love with?

Ideas! Just the idea of you, and me, and what we will be all be ten years from now. Fifteen! Give me twenty and give me Uncanny and give me liberty or give me death. Oh, prepare your mouth. Make way, my gorgeous darling full of curls. Bonny-eyed beauty. She says, You live fast and love faster. I can’t control my eyes and ears and by some fault, my fingers are connected through intercrossing nerves directly to my heart. “Heartbreak is written all over your skin. You’re like me.” Take care, Carlotta! Your garters are showing! Oh Rose Rose Rose Rose.