Look at the way her light shines off my face and through the gaps in my consciousness.
Haven't you ever seen something so
so tired, when the TV is left on late at night and the dull light shudders between images
and the grey buzz.
i've been trying to tell her to turn it off, it's distracting.
She keeps flickering.
There's pictures of her with the way her mouth scrunches up and her eyes are a little bit far apart and she's the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life but I want to pretend she bores me.
The blasted light glare from the phone beside my bed shaking and calling her name. The screen inches towards me with every buzz,
my eyes say to the back of my head.
the moving pictures flip and
go up in flames
once they reach my retinas
her name burned in
against the inside of my eyelids
“i’m not ready to stop being braindead even if it means the end of my stupid art career
do you think you’re clever but theres no picture here to paint
you can’t make me look like one of your sketches of a broken woman with hair in her face”
i’m not quite sure how to respond to that, dear
is this where we are now
together behind the screen?
i’m leaving my body behind and losing my mind in our intelligent dancing lights