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.
* * *
excitations
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