poems from beyond

having no collective trauma
we do not know
how to behave

what i want is what you want
i am sexy
i get shit done
im 19 and have a tumblr
now im dead
i eat carrots
i burn grass
im 55 and i kill a toad and cry
im 2 and i kiss you mom
your mom is 6 she loves me more than you
now im a dockworker and 8 years old
its so hot
youre so beautiful
i hate this
i turn 88 and label myself
every shopping aisle
cries for
you
i touch you through
and through
im 5 i cut my hair a lot and glue it on your mouth
we go to countries no one has heard of like new orc
i play games with him fuck him turn him her
im 7 i SEE gender
its ok
im cute - ing it off

i turn 24 again and ask you to shoot me in the anus
it works and we all drink emergency C
and reference our theses

you're turning over in your bed
im 8 and we read all day
until you ask for that soda
i havent told you my name in 10 years

I HAVENT TOLD YOU MY NAME IN 10 YEARS
and you think we've been having sex