My darkest numbness

is indelibly embodied in the soft-voiced teenaged longing brilliantly off-key and abstemious.

We imbibed nothing. We believed in nothing but being straight-edge.

You wrought fascinating rants on anti-fascism — bombs of resolute intelligence both — a reward and a self-indulgent millstone.

Now the altered state is 24/7 — stultifying like an overdone spray tan and a wiry combover. You are the apostle of remedial reading and slow-bullshit remedies of finite infinitude — attitudinally in a languorous longitude.

You’re a remarkable engine of fester — fallacious and misunderstood. The misapprehension unfamiliar but visceral.

Sleep it off until the next millennium.

What I’m Reading:

It’s a rigormortis
two-step sway.
It’s the moon
which transfigures
me beyond
recognition—
crater-pull.
Even the water
within me.
I zombie
and the music
don’t stop.

— Kameryn Alexa Carter / “Kef D Minor”