The untraning of loving this shit

I’m just like realizing things

I’m on mushrooms in chinatown house sitting with K // i’m 24 today and i’m mostly orange now / I moved to new york to find control but keep repeating the soft succession of flowery notes / in this dying city i am good at repetitions _ kissing the soft earth _ trying to be capable of loving / all people and all things always / capable of nothing _Learning to forgive myself / be at peace with my pain / in this way _i have lost my tongue / everything good is an animal – where does a body go without guilt – it is dangerous to be in love and be poor. My body estranged – guilt for existing – this poem has no order – survival – i will do as i please – repeat the succession of suffering until you suffer correctly – Being fucked by the moon i created a new rebirth – my horoscope tells me not only to grow new leaves but to plant new trees – cut me out of me – O lover i want to be fixed – O new life of rebirth – may the winds carry my name into the wild oats of the poisonous hollow – i gut my body of the heavens – psalm of my wilderness – i mean i just wanted to be a normal gir_l in my ivory tower brushing my horsehair with my diamond encrusted fine tooth comb i meannn come on _ swallowing K’s hair in a nu romance i feel my problems begin to dissipate – holiness meet me halfway – for i am only a sinner in my sanity practice – I carry nothing yet still, there is light. Through this light I have my light. No longer bound by my skin – a semantic gesture // in search of a new language that covets the silence_ creating rituals leading leading to nowhere – an orange fire blows thru the trees – a flame a difficult situation – the wind – this god is a slow recovery _ no bullshit > no milk ? a serious baptism _ continuity / process assimilation _ become everything
Miley rebrand
        Horses in the wind
            Sand on the beach
Malibu on my mind

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Precious Okoyomon

Precious Okoyomon is a Brooklyn-based poet and artist. She is the author of Ajebota (Bottlecap Press, 2016). Her work has been performed and exhibited at the Contemporary Arts Center in Cincinnati, Exo Exo in Paris, and SXSW. Her writing has been published in Lit Magazine, Fanzine, New York Tyrant, and elsewhere. She loves her sweet toy poodle Rainbow and is a Leo who is very low-key evil. She’s currently working on a book or two. http://preciousokoyomon.com