"Rome is also built on ruins"
i still struggle differentiating
fever dream from memory, 3 pinches means
it tasted, means
palpable and quantifiable and real.
it would help if i had not
been born out of my parent's love.
kisses like hot wax leaving permenant welts of the places
we have touched, nothing seems to
frighten me anymore, nothing seems to be able to kill me
anymore; tiger striped
and untouched, my scars are birch trees
so, i walk the halls naked and eat chips
unabashedly. when you learn to live alone
inside your own house, everywhere becomes
perhaps i drank from the fountain of life
Rome is built here, i am