Dumb things that deserve to be scrapped make me really really happy.
Bathroom IdeasBalanced on the sink,Bathroom Ideas by sense-and-stupidity
there is an instinct:
the instinct of a wounded animal to hide.
Stockings furl gently over timidly
scarred kneecaps (too many nights pretending
not to pray), tuck-and-rolling around
those thighs; thighs with muscles that
run the full length
like a seam: a seam in too-tight jeans.
She stands, tugging her skirt down,
always down in the back, front, right side,
left side because short is not enough fabric
to conceal all
the sensitive spots she thinks she
owns like rainbow wristbands.
There is a vagueness in her movements
that makes you wish for more.
Lonely eyes glimmer green in
passing; eye contact a thing of
fleeting beauty and expression:
always a half-smile hidden on
pavement-lined lips: bitten red.
A loneliness seeps into those steps --
-- so shallow and innocent.
She does not look at herself in the mirror
unless to paint her face away,
pencil on eyelids.
There is a tenderness in the way
she braids her hair over one shoulder
147When I was younger, it was like his lungs simply spread wider. He had a stronger, firmer chest, a filter between his lips: backwards straw and cloud billow and patterns in the sky.147 by sense-and-stupidity
Now it's as if he's grown taller, wider, but shrunk within -organs wound tighter, hollow piano-player ears- spun too many times through the dispenser and tumble-dried. Shaking fingers cannot pour the alcohol that lays him out flat, but somehow he manages and he's babbling. "You're a real piece of work, honey. You're a real piece of work, and you really should gain some weight."
I just nod, because that's what good daughters do. I smile and hug him one-handed, kiss his scruffy cheek even though one-sided affections make my thumbs bleed. I want to make it all go away, I really do. All the nights under the covers, uncertain footsteps on the stairs, irate voice, Mom on the phone, my shoes laces and how I couldn't tie them. All the cigarettes and the way you sucked them dry, bedtime stories intermingled with wisp
This is art I love
Mostly it's fanart please don't judge me
The font I'm using is called Century Gothic which makes me feel kind of like I should be a sad, deep person, but I'm not, I'm all happy and chipper and oh-so fabulous.