PLEASE STOP THE IMMEDIACY ❋ Klara Feenstra
a colour wheel with every shade of red
the same shade of red,
every bitmapped spec of mars
to stitch together
into a cohesive sit still on which my stillness will spin
I want to sit still in
still in and moving through.
there’s so much science,
there’s so much of I am a physicist
weighing out all the
anger presenting it to you with perfect proportions
to get you all blue
but then not too blue
a concept album.
talking behind everyone’s backs to myself.
my bitter mind
is harvesting all the world’s beauty
and I’m not paying one penny.
all this romance so swollen so puffy cheeks,
so sick feeling so sick getting.
perhaps it’s all too obvious but
opinions are fleshy
asked to feel
and all there is is a loose hangnail.
I know this is not enough
but it’s soft and sweet for now,
seasoned right and all that.
Isn’t it lovely to be loved like that?
I do think so
so much of a lot of love in my life and it is sticky
and when I pull it off it’s like waxing my thighs
Imagine not prickly legs forever.
okay, this is not a whole.
I love you but you are just a moment for resting in –
I am finished and time has dried up anyway
all of it has brought me to this place
where I can find a whole in segments presented to me
and build a person – lay them next to me and hold them tight
nibble on their open wound
the hard wrapping around the soft.