25 : suck myself out the heart i give it back

last night i fell asleep listening to tvs type and breathe over a bad skype connection

this morning i woke up to a series of skype conversation bubbles

it read like a poem
v. beautiful

it inspired this poem,
as well as reawakened the desire to create a multimedia arts journal which somehow mirrors / recreates the poetry which happens thru technology, like messaging systems

25 : suck myself out the heart i give it back

a somewhere moves air

between teeth

ghost says yes to heat

 

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