the art
one consumes
says much
about them.
the only ethical way
to read poetry is from
cage-free poets,
but its so hard to know
if their publishers
even label them properly.
i know
what you mean—
it’s so hard to find a good
true crime alternative.
they can get close, but
you can always tell it’s a little off.
yeah, i could never
date someone who
listened to an singer
without knowing
and agreeing with
their every belief.
i even leave
the grocery store
if they start playing a song
by some inorganic piece of shit.
ditch the cart in the middle
of the aisle and run.
that’s why
i only listen to
carbon-neutral singers.
they’re more open about their process
and it’s more natural—
healthier, even.
for real.
the only novelists
i read are ones with
a certifiable history of acceptable thoughts.
even their villains
have good intentions.
i go out of my way to find
fair-trade artists
who use unionized paint
in their creations.
Tag: Health
wellness feed
chug this shake, copy this routine
build your core
boost your gains
for the perfect physique
get this angle, this lighting
pose your leg like this
tilt your head like that
for the perfect silhouette
read these books, avoid those sites
learn about the world
be an informed citizen
for the perfect intellect
use this cream, this blush
smooth your skin
highlight your cheekbones
for the perfect youthfulness
drink this tea, this coffee
shit your brains out
lose 10 pounds
for the perfect body
A Logical Conclusion of Hypochondria
Floaters crawl across an overcast sky. Maybe your retinas are about to detach. One day, you won’t be able to see anyway. A cramp in your calf wakes you in the middle of the night. Feels like a mountain lion’s teeth ripping meat from bone. One day, you won’t be able to walk anyway. Hollowness erupts in your wrist halfway through typing an email. You bend and stretch to fill the void. One day, you won’t be able to type anyway. A feeling in your chest like an icepick in your heart. Each breath hurts. Is it your heart? Your lungs? One day, you won’t be able to breathe anyway. You can’t remember the word that describes this feeling. It’s behind a fog rolling over a harbor. One day, you won’t be able to remember anyway.