I’m Writing This from Inside a Vacuum

I know a lot of bats in the world. I know
what is effortless about stabbing girlfriends
in the back. I know chemistry between two people.
It gets stuck to the roof of my mouth until
it’s realized and by then it possesses no flavor,
no wont. It’s not worth it to know everything.
Why the pages in your diary weren’t for choosing.
Imagine sucking. I don’t have to.
This place is immaculate.


you say that some things are most lit,
most magnificent and vivid,
like, right before they have to die.