<center>there's beauty in the breakdown

--frou frou, let go</center>

does he have to love you for it to matter
romeo and juliet broke hearts breaking to pieces
you thought you had the play so well figured out
contorted despite our symmetry your unconventional nature
the ribs the lips the tide of your hips overflowing
speaking japanese was a heart
a hand and
the keeping of the two

you tried to think of something deep to say
gertrude stein in her making of a miracle through secondhand lions

you raged through the prisonyard like a former convict
can't decide whether to sit or stand or fall or jump or stare
into the nothingness of transparent antiques
you can see where it's all been, can't you
you know all the faint details of a polaroid transfer
and how it becomes something more than it ever intended to be

art can make a man out of him yet, you think
what does illusion
mean to you
or i or anyone and what about reality
and what about the real real real that escapes
down through your shoelaces into mirroracle

i wanted to remember her i wanted to remember her i wanted to know
everything down deep the threads of vacancy are harsh, i know
i wanted to know i wanted to recognize the epiphany
don't be so hard on yourself but the world is a harsh place
for someone who can't differentiate dictation from creation

ny is dying of airplanes and heartbreak will heal you down to nothing,
again, again
again.