Poetry from last week. Late night inspirations: friends in love, moments with Mr. Phantom, social anxieties.

In vague chronological order.

i

i stripped myself of all regrets
and sterilized my life of guilt
the world lacks the strength to hold me
i am a ghost in my own city

ii

if you are a monster,
then i am a god.
we are neither of us made
for this kind of love.

if we are
angry, destructive & weak, 
then this love isn't meant to be.
and so then
we are

we are better.
we are more human. 
we are more. 

iii

"utilitarian sociability"
           +
  "selective attention"
           +
"individualistic pursuits"
           =
          me

Plus a whole essay on my inability to say yes to the good things in life.

iv

                                                i like it best.

                           when you've got your lips 
          pressed against the back of my neck;
your arms wrapped gentle around my waist

                                            and your heart

                                                         steady

                                                       beating.

                                 we are, 
                                 best.

xxx

Life Update 

One: I’m done with NMAT.

Two: I’m not done yet with our thesis, special projects and other academic work.

Three: Hi.