Inconvenienced by Thoughts
THE GRENADE
I.
I.
Kill me by giving me a grenade
and telling me it’s your heart.
and telling me it’s your heart.
I don’t want to know what your favorite color is
but I do want to know what color you bleed
when you’re with me.
but I do want to know what color you bleed
when you’re with me.
I had a dream that I painted my body blue
and melted into the ocean
that you swam through.
and melted into the ocean
that you swam through.
I woke up crying,
tasted salt, and thought
this is what it must feel like to be the sea.
tasted salt, and thought
this is what it must feel like to be the sea.
III.
I mean,
what else can this heart do but break or fall in love?
what else can this heart do but break or fall in love?
There’s a grenade rocking back and forth in my chest
and I’m holding the pin between my teeth like an apricot pit.
and I’m holding the pin between my teeth like an apricot pit.
My palms are mines, and you’re just a finger’s length away
from leaving me splattered across your chest, and you yelling “Cover!”
and pulling the sheets over our head
won’t do anything but make me hold onto you
as if you are the only thing
standing between me
and a bullet.
from leaving me splattered across your chest, and you yelling “Cover!”
and pulling the sheets over our head
won’t do anything but make me hold onto you
as if you are the only thing
standing between me
and a bullet.
-Shinji Moon
The Anatomy of Being
ADVICE FROM DIONYSUS
Burn all your bridges
just so that you can build them again
with thicker ropes.
just so that you can build them again
with thicker ropes.
Hurt all the people you love
and then commit every felony to win them back.
and then commit every felony to win them back.
Drown yourself in bleach until not even Heaven’s light
can compare to how bright you burn.
can compare to how bright you burn.
Turn yourself inside out
and paint your organs the color of what you see
in your dreams.
and paint your organs the color of what you see
in your dreams.
This is the art of
living with a ticking heart, a grenade you
throw through windows to make a
point that language
has no room for.
living with a ticking heart, a grenade you
throw through windows to make a
point that language
has no room for.
This is how I destroyed you.
And this,
is how I kept you alive.
And this,
is how I kept you alive.
Dig yourself a ditch, six
feet deep, and bury everything that you’ve ever
said, everything that you’ve never
meant, and everything that has
burned you and left you with nothing
but ash.
feet deep, and bury everything that you’ve ever
said, everything that you’ve never
meant, and everything that has
burned you and left you with nothing
but ash.
-Shinji Moon
The Anatomy of Being
