Controlling my Misfits
Today I tried to reinvent my darkness. I lip synched to a cause and effect that replayed my Christianity and trickled sodomy. I escaped through mementos and hygienic concentrations that left me filthy but rejuvenated. Wonderful. There’s this woman that looks at me with impetuous attention but dresses beautifully, like, I idolize her. I was her. Sleeping in mud pits and hibernating just to control my misfits. My fixes are intemperate masculinity and docility, nothing in between. I meditate occasionally but my hand still twitches when I’m left alone. When I have too much rope to hold. I took a crash course on how to open better doors but not how to walk in.