once you were the lamb
and i can vouch for that but then you stopped
watching out and you didn't even care
when you turned yourself into the slaughterhouse
it stuns me sometimes how much you care
about yourself, every little detail
in syzygy: your venomous egotism, your careful persona,
and your mascara — not a lash out of place
on my back; you placed them in the
shape of a tic-tac-toe grid (in the spirit of fun)
and everyone's playing
but you win every time
is it all clear for you now
is it all clear for you now
4 comments:
every time you write something like this, i flip out and start thinking "what did i do on monday? what was i wearing? IS IT MY FAULT??????? AHHH"
but i guess i didn't do anything on monday. right?
i second what annie said. but even if i didn't do something wrong, there's something strangely... penetrating about this one, so I think I'll think about it as though it was directed at me anyways.
that was a compliment, bee tee dubble-yoo.
so i looked up syzygy and, learning that an eclipse is a form of a celestial syzygy, proceeded to sort of flip out since i was reading "eclipse" on monday and i do exactly what annie does with these poems.
then i decided that you're a good poet even if you secretly hate me.
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