Misery, But with a Sexy Smile

Written by Tabalith


Writing words that don’t make love to each other

(Mess, hairy mess, fish scales sticking to scalps)

Pouring oil on scalps in an attempt to make a point

To prove that this skin has no earth on it yet

And lips murmuring: there is no point
in trying to grasp the sharpness of a line
and throwing it on white papers

Cocaine the other way around

Breathing in and out and not questioning breathing

Holding breath, playing with that other thing
(that not-life)

Beginning there because if not there                                   – where?