poem: disorder

in another context, the girl jumping
from the bridge is not
sad. fireworks come
in unexpected places, times; i prefer
dark humor, the hikikomori
alone in trash. we could talk, after
the movie? my muse died
on a staircase — film compromise
upon film comprise until
divorce. alternatively, he becomes
something else: the boy
with the something, saying something
kind; you should know,
my tragedy couldn’t be solved
in three songs. i remain
unfinished — owner of a lonely
heart, much better than
girl with no heart, girl not
eating, talking, drinking.
i am not hungry; let’s watch
what you’d watch,
i can eat your face.

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