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Rotten answering machine
01:21
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(diary entries + answering machine tape)
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a Cabbage
03:05
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I called you cabbage
Took the train to the house I grew up in
Slept on the couch right next to you
Lying crooked sinking into it
Sometimes you get what you want
But it always goes back to how
Everything always used to be
Last month we went back
Watched the bugs buzz and bleed us out
Everything was different this time
It’s like your head was stitched onto mine
Sometimes you miss what you lose
I won’t have to remember it (thank you for understanding)
Recognizing your footprint in the snow
Winter ends and fades from the window pane
We kept warm inside and I went glassy eyed
I held it in my hands I held it in my open hands hopefully opening up the hole in my head and you put your hand inside
And closed my eyes
I listened to you cry
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02:34
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(answering machine)
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I gnawed at your garden
and made your flowers wilt
filed off my fangs
to fill my mouth with filth
there's a smell of blood on your breath
I'm afraid you'll kill me if you bite my neck
I am familiar with the sounds of my cats
and the noises they make purring on my chest
I'm not satisfied bearing my claws at your knife
I need to bite you; my jaw is open wide
Goodnight
it's been a while
since I had a good night's rest
with your claws on my neck
goodnight cat
meow
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Vampire Bite Victim
02:54
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This time you were much closer than before
My brains fell through my eyelids and my severed head hit the floor
You plunged your knife so deep into my chest
My blood clotted like milk in my broken unopen breasts
Paint castle walls
In ink on the sides of the train car
With your ghost
Beneath the tracks
With your (arrows in my chest/letters in my bag)
You are oceans
Swelling out
Bringing my knees to the ground
And you are
Calling me closer to
The splinters in your doorframe
But I'm afraid
Of what might happen
If you're consumed
Into your blanket
I never felt (I never had the courage)
Like I could trust enough (to tell myself)
To surrender myself (that I might be worth it)
To stop being alone (to someone else)
Now my eyes go open doors (then I read your letters)
It's all I've known (and I think)
Because you are my home (I take it for granted)
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Konstantin Konstantius Homewood, Illinois
Artist photo by Willem Pretorius
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