Matthew Sherling

at night, I call out to space to figure out what space means

I will see a truth
I promise.

& I will never die
& I will always die.

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where do my thoughts go // when I kill them

is it false that a woman
can love a man who cannot see her

how can I convince myself
that I don't need to be convinced

what if this is mistaken
for a child's love letter
to his adult self

what if I sing the best song
ever sung & I never remember it again

what suffering causes
lack of suffering

how much sex does it take
to start hating it

how long would it take
to count each hair on my head // each one of my blood cells