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i am trying to separate

to tear the skin from the you

but the skin is music

and every song is a conjuring

i can’t listen to the ghosts or with them

but i am always drawn back

i can’t sing into their mouths

mouths without teeth that will swallow me whole

turn me into a pipeline

bedridden with all these psychedelic blankets

i yell out the window enough to be kurt cobain’s muse

sew banshees into my nailbeds

can’t tell if i want

modest animals or feral humans

interpolate the beat until i have made it something else

a song i have never heard

i yell out the ending to another story.

but is it an ending

or just a ceasefire.

use this new angle

looking from the core of the earth

to turn this heat upside down

surprise high notes make their way out of my throat

penny memories to nickel finger twists

to letting you hear this now

a journey no matter how many limbs I’ve lost

half the voices I chase cross the country

the other half tucked under my pillow

I can still give you this sound

faster than I can give you

my fingers

a smell from 10 years ago

the fleeting sunset

the pain in your chest

but really

isn’t it all the same

so make me a half rest in your closet

or a disco on the stage

as long as you

keep me in your head