i feel weird
my ankles always need to be cracked
my knuckles feel swollen
my forehead feels tight
my closed eyelids twitch
i feel weird
empty bottles line my window pane
sheets pushed to the bottom of a king
sleepless summer nights
night after night
after night
after
night
i feel weird
and the name of the game is limbo
lower and lower to the ground, i bend
trying to show off
look at me
look at me
look at me
i'm so flexible
but instead, i just end up demonically contorting
looking up at the world with my hair in the dirt
upside down and trying to understand the game
contact sheet (s.s.) malibu, california film |
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