don’t think I don’t know you. you’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and I’m a human from now on. all your dirty tricks disgust me, your flowers and your pretty words are not enough for me. lies and lies and lies and lies and lies and lies will never love you. I see you from afar and my heart does not flicker. the ocean of my heart is no longer blooming– not for you and all your cruelty. go away and never come back. do you hear me, calling into the hail: go away and never come back.
and even when we paint ourselves the most sincere, the counting of the days proves us false.
Even now, even still, your collarbones stick in my throat.
I want to move backwards, slowly, painfully, undoing the work of all my days until I reach the moment when I burned you. Your pale skin is what they will bury me in.
Little Ivory Fingers at The Chicago Fringe Festival
Okay, we know how many kickstarter projects you’ve probably been subjected to in the past couple months. Your facebook news feed is just blowing up with them. Your friends, and your favorite bands, and your favorite theatre companies, and your aunt, are all kickstart-ing, indiegogo-basing, whatever. Collective online new media abounds! But pay attention for just one second to Sid Branca and her new show, Little Ivory Fingers, because not only does it sound really god damn good, but you can make an actual, real life difference. Keep reading. Or click here to go support her show!
some kind words from the lovely CP//LRS blog about my upcoming solo show!
But you say to yourself, “he was the light of my life.”
Well, I’m starting to think: I prefer the night.