little ants
i am sorry that i used to collect you in matchboxes
in my pocket, far away from the rest of your family
i was young and had yet to discover how cold life can be
without the soft crawling of other bodies
little poem of hope
on my way to kill myself i met
a very friendly cat, so i turned around
we are all decomposing slowly
so that is of some comfort
we are all semen/blood/dying stars
so that is of some comfort
when i was young my mother told me i could choose the colour of the sky
so i chose invisible because i wanted to say hello to god but when the infinite is transparent you do not see god or the end of all things, you see yourself staring back and you are full, so very full of everything
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