04-05-2018, 10:57 PM
Every day, I cut into my belly,
eat my liver, offer my entrails
to my parakeets.
Every day I make the lie
that today will be different,
that I won't be absurd.
Every night I heal and grieve,
sharpen my talon knife
on the weeping rock.
eat my liver, offer my entrails
to my parakeets.
Every day I make the lie
that today will be different,
that I won't be absurd.
Every night I heal and grieve,
sharpen my talon knife
on the weeping rock.
