I would be sixteen.
Not because my behavior fits that age but because that’s the perfect age to me.
You start off with your sweet sixteen birthday party and then you work yourself to death.
You’re young enough to know what you want and prepare for it. You have all the time in the world when you’re sixteen.
No matter how much you know about the girl’s physical appearance next to you, she may very well be a zombie.
To name an object is to destroy three quarters of the joy of poetry, whose magic lies in revealing little by little: suggestion, that’s what we dream of.
- Stephane Mallarme
Pages where I am prepared
Pages where I am
Pages that have taught me to learn
Pages that I can
Folded metal where I may be, leaving my seat behind
More metal chunks, crying out to me
‘Take us out so we can shine’
Metal layed out in the palm of my hand
Holding all of my day
Metal in my pocket
Waiting to press play
Pages from a halve
Pages to a whole
Instruments of permanence
which perform just as I hold
I am not in my bag
But most of me is
I carry myself around
Wait, what is this?