work
centered around the
confusing, unspoken nature of
interpersonal relationships
I’m better in person.
It can’t be held or seen but held against me.
Victimhood. Just like my mother taught me. Somewhere along the lineage it wasn’t a protective lie. Outward spikes. Self actualizing prophecy.
“Keep up! Keep up! Deserve matter.” You shrunk for so long do you even know how to grow?
Gentle or threatening.
When any inflection, any word-choice could mean anything and I mean anything-
I haven’t understood something in real time since I fell chasing my mom with toddler legs. They got longer without asking.
Victimhood.
“Poison yourself. There’s anger in the water.”
If it’s gouache does that mean I couldn’t have meant it? Cliche never sincere, cringe never real.
Just because you recognize a mirror of your younger self in me, doesn’t mean I don’t have a point.
Just because you recognize a mirror of your younger self in her, doesn’t mean she has a point.
I’m better in person. “It should hurt.”
I’m better in person until you see the cringe I have stuck between my teeth that I can’t brush out.
“Embarrassed??” It would be easier if I was.
It should hurt.
It could go at any moment. It could mean anything at any time.
“Nervous?” It would be easier if you were.
