I am all billboards / & stone. I am all object, / all dress, no bone. No beast, no wild, no / genus, humanoid. All edifice, all lamppost, / no dusk, no star, no sky. / One half-moon, no galaxy. No mountain’s majesty. / One elevator, gliding up. All pulse, dull / hum & buzz. All crave, take, thirst.
― Camille Rankine, from “Still Life Mechanical” in Incorrect Merciful Impulses (via pigmenting)
New Person, Same Old Mistakes playing from another room
Tame Impala
I think when we met,
your fingernails were shorter,
& I didn’t know your teeth.
I know them now. I know the bite they leave.
I know I used to dream of you filing them smooth,
somehow, duller, & quitting cigarettes,
& kissing me on the mouth before you left in the mornings.
I had a lot of dreams where we were older & more tame,
where our love was less vicious than I ever got to see.
your fingernails were shorter,
& I didn’t know your teeth.
I know them now. I know the bite they leave.
I know I used to dream of you filing them smooth,
somehow, duller, & quitting cigarettes,
& kissing me on the mouth before you left in the mornings.
I had a lot of dreams where we were older & more tame,
where our love was less vicious than I ever got to see.
