I dip between all these liminal spaces Like a virus Where every breath is poetry Even if I am the only one who hears its meter I know That this failure is more Than one can just pick themselves up from Instead it is a Chironic wound One must carry evermore In gratitude
Author Archives: Goats are Good
The Plagiarist
There is no story I could tell on these pages About my life That isn’t already engulfed in mythology The world is full of stories of petty kings and queens Who, upon reading the secret texts of the alchemists, Learn to fly in their dreams Brimming with lust, they stretch to outgrow themselves Their skin, …
One Day This Will Be Natural
I want to tell myself something real. Something authentic. But you are listening in while I’m pretending I’m all alone. How can I have any clarity on what is moving though me when I can’t help notice you there? I smell you. You push against me. Does that mean the truth is between us? If …
The Body is Always Dreaming 