Then I Thought, "no, I Broke It

If You Dissect A Bird / To Diagram The Tongue, / You'll Cut The Chord / Articulating Song.

You Cannot Regard Your Own Life With Objective Curiosity All The Time.

Not Being Perfect Hurts.

Aloneness And Selfness Are Too Important To Betray For Company.

Sometimes I Nursed Starfish Alive In Jam Jars Of Seawater And Watched Them Grow Back Lost Arms. On This Day, This Awful Birthday Of Otherness, My Rival, Somebody Else, I Flung The Starfish Against A Stone. Let It Perish.