untitled(written in a gum pack)

loose configurations, life in folds

other side of the room
      an ocean
  a moment
away

but none of it matters

in the realm of all
  and nothing
  and everything
longing is invisible and all fades
in the harshness of a world i did not make

but i live
i thrive
as i always have

even as he drifts.



untitled(written on my forearm)

for the world is nothing
    and everything in my breath
and it could all collapse and fade

    but none of it will disappear until i say
for it is what i say, what i dream

and the rise and fall of my chest is all that matters


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2001, jessicarane