how not to save a life

hello.

my name is

no answer. i could not,

in bars and smoky scores, i could not

find one. we were born

to be wrong, bred to go astray-

no answer. look at this crown of thorns.

but my hair, my hair.

and so on.

COURAGE!

everything

"everything happens eventually."

"everything?"

"all the stuff you think never happens, it happens. you've just got to be ready for it."

the standard transparency

pastboard edges, grass around

the ridges in the snow, what a good

place to hide, what a

good place. a match, dear king, a match.

this white is thin, it doesn’t hide

a thing about my body

or what i want in it, space

for your knuckles. so it’s like what i say.

for once it doesn’t matter

if you like it. if i don’t make it

through the year, if i don’t make it

through the day, strike it, strike.

plant all these little lights in me, spread me

on hills, bury me in bunny holes.

amanda doesn’t like funerals. i

don’t like umbrellas.

well, now.

"well, now, fallen angel. you, i'd say, are now lost."