jesus was a crossmaker / dear emily

"either road's lookin' grim"



dear emily i was in the sun today, it beat
like a quickened heart, there was a swing

and it hung crooked from a tree

my body wants to cry.

it is sick, my head is sick, there is a pain
and it hurts so much, (could) crying,
release it,

"i am as puzzled as a newborn child.
i am as riddled as the tide."

nothing has been the same since--
this and that.

everything is quite confused
and much so very strange

and much so very heavy
and i'm awfully ill, tried to lie

in the dark

but there was no dark,

where on earth can i hide from
inevitability