PURSED•CABLES
PURSED•CABLES
PURSED•CABLES

Saturday, January 30

feels like my life has been spent protecting something

i don't want

and can't lose

like crop dusting a well-groomed field of weeds

everyday

until the ground is thoroughly toxic

like breaking into empty apartments

and reversing the peephole

like taking pictures of my hands and my knees and the back of my neck

and uploading them to social networking sites

with the privacy settings

that mean

no one can see them