poem: there is always a lost generation

she is sitting with her face in the window watching the country blur into Monet and his outcast friends— she is always afraid, if she blinks she will miss the important moment when the universe pauses and catches her breath. the country falls louder and longer when when she picks up culture and tries it,… Continue reading poem: there is always a lost generation

poem: self-love is a horrible culture

the worst thing in the world is "self-acceptance." why do we keep living if the dull people we are today are the only future, the only destiny? I want to one day be bold and vibrant; I want (more) self-confidence and discussions of Kant after sex. I want to weigh 125 pounds. Why the hell… Continue reading poem: self-love is a horrible culture