JOANNA C. VALENTE

 

 

                                     



YOU ARE EVERYTHING TO ME BUT YOU ARE NOWHERE ON EARTH BECAUSE YOU HAVE DIED

 

 

a woman is being choked with Christmas lights
by nothing except herself and there is no one
in the house except for her and the skeleton of her body

there is a man on a chair late at night when she
has gone to sleep and he paints her face neon
with glue and her mouth is plastered shut

like her cunt that has been blinded by acid rain
and she is so sad now, so sad that she Instagrams
photos of herself without clothes because there is

nothing left to hide anymore except killing
herself but she's saving that for a day where
the rain sounds like Nico and does she really
have a hand in her forgetting? Beneath

everyone's face is a skull and there is nothing
sweeter than waking up and begging your
way back in for the want of two and not one.

 

 

                                                                                                      

 

      

 

                                   

 

 


TYPO 27