cursing past and the present (on the stairs, i’d restrain—
wu wen ji

if you can hear me from heaven
come down

so i can send you to hell
home—

feedback loop of drowning
one slammed door to

                                                            blackout
natural state:

dissolution

                              collapse and decay
(easier to let it fall away)
on the phone:
the pain and suffering you received

mommy really apologizes

                                                                      thank you)
you should not be ashamed

to be angry towards me

                                                                      you can turn it into writing
                                                            can only meet myself

                                                            how far i’ve come
i really feel this about you, i want to tell you

you don’t need to be good—
                                        on the dance floor
                                                                      i hold my face
like a pond