Light Control

 

          I have never been inside myself
          Another place wants me dead
          It is built in a ring around my core
          Like asking a donut how to live
          It can only cry and be eaten
          Don’t you see
          Angels have tried to help me
          And I smiled for them
          Feeling genuinely good and kind
          Then after a while I got tired
          Of being on good behavior
          They never asked for perfection
          But I felt I needed to perform
          And the smile stayed no matter what I did
          Even when dying improperly
          I left everyone I knew in the other room
          But I picked them back up again
          Teach me to die teach me to die
          I want to create a beautiful dying
          The end will need to be dark and soft
          Like walking home to your real mother

 
 

Visible World

 
          I bang
          my forehead
          on a thing
          then go oops
          the sky
          it looks like
          sheet rock
          or a joke
          it is
          the sky
          I am
          waiting
          on a stroke
          maybe
          chandeliers
          up there
          magick
          is for people
          who do not
          believe
          it all
          is already
          here
          when
          they build
          a lab
          that burps
          goodwill
          I will
          worship
          science

           
 
 
 
 

Melissa Broder
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