untitled

there isn't enough God to drown in,

no god left in sink

where our hands overlap  comparing the nailpaints

Nattu is totally nihilistic

the prettiest thing i have found

so far in my new surroundings

 we have many things in common

like we can't write

like we can sit for hours on the loo crying

we have both tried to sketch depression

she too thinks it has a face and a name and a religion

and both of us are willing to forget that less a month ago

we needed a man to hold us in our beds. 

Reviews

[Emily]

wonderful piece. the emotion here is unable to be missed. I really like this, and might almost call it God's depression, or Sketch of Depression.

I got held up with "no god left in sink" line. Almost as though it was to be, "No got left in which to sink" or something of the sort.

nice work~ I loved this!

[paul]

yes. a wonderful flow to this powm

[Emily B]

oh, sahar, don't wander too near the edge

I know a garden, where flowers grow, we'll name them one by one.

[Robin]

"she too thinks it has a face and a name and a religion" You can always find a gem along those rocky shores

[Ed Hart]

your opening may be as true as your last, but the god did leave behind some oceans that will do the job