5 Unlikely Methods

1.) I read a poem about a dream and so, I try to track my dreams, I try to catch them in my pillow case. All night- I flip back to back, flippantly- up and down. Keeping a cool face, hugging my arms like a cave that kills itself. Every time that I flip I must be setting my dreams free because I wake up crying and my heart feels full, but I can't remember anything in between today and yesterday. 2.) In a motel room, I started a fire, then I photographed it so I would have more of me and you to see 3.) Attacked, embarrassed, shot by arrows- straight through the bone We go hunting to prove ourselves, to build up weak bodies. We go hunting but we both cry too hard at the deer before it’s even dead and then we forget our guns and we never hunt again. 4.) And so, I continue to write because I read something about someone who writes and if he meant something to me then I guess people are real. That’s a selfish thing to say- Abhorrent, self absorbed, fifty words about what a monster I am as according to myself, dirty, throw a rock into the ocean, practice match-making and self loathing, paint some plastic with acrylic. Kill some animal, create a ripple. Sleep warm and frozen in a safe building with four walls. 5.) Promise to murder the third.