official cover by ivan gonzalez.
letterwork by corrigan moran, charlie barrientes, clint dierker,& darian stahl,
finished at 5 am this morning.
official release friday.
feel like sobbing, but also feel v tranquil about the end of this.
Enclosure / Ivan Gonzalez
Photography for Observations and Bitchings, book by Darian Stahl.
Observations & Bitchings will be out next week.
I havent cooked japanese food for wks.
I quit my job at la panadería.
I keep forgetting to eat,
as my mind is too
occupued in forcing
itself to be healthy.
I am scared as i think,
“if all this feeling is supposed
to be natural & healthy,
why does anyone ever try to
feel natural & healthy?”
I am terrified of lasts.
I want to be determined like
Clint & genuine like Olivia &
compassionate like Corrigan &
sensitive like Josh & grounded
like Ethan but i feel myself come
Im moving on a conveyor belt
to the end & cant even begin
to think of a beginning.
I didnt publish Observations &
Bitchings & i didnt go camping
alone together w someone i love.
My grandma is dying & i never
made tortillas w her.
I never learned what happened
to my nana in her last marriage or in
the TB clinic lock up jail.
I didnt show my mom my poetry
or help her w what helped me thro
her tears & i didnt explain to my dad
the benefits of exploring his mind.
Obviously i can do all this later but
the point is that it didnt happen during
this era. I didnt even learn how to write
poetry that isnt confessional.
& obviously i’ll have a new life filled w
probably great new things & ppl
say “oh you’ll forget all about it
your first 3 months in.” but what
they dont see is that is exactly what
is terrifying to me:
wanting to see everyone move on
& not wanting them to forget me,
wanting to meet new exciting ppl
& not forgiving myself in making the
decision to leave the first real family
I’ve ever found but this wk has surely
taught me the truth about jealousy:
how it’s not about love, it’s about ego.
I just cant help but feel that waiting
to feel better is like waiting to watch
water boil & i know i’ll forget the water
was never not boiling once it starts,
just like i knew i would feel all of this
but am still in shock that i am.
I usually finish these long “i” poems
w some sort of hope, but i dont know.
I’m not sure.
I heard her say
“I forgot i was hungry.”
& still feel now what i felt then.
I remember seeing girls in 6th grade
snapping rubber bands on their wrists
& feeling awful lightening under my skin
every time their eyes closed.
I could only feel their pain as loudly
as I could hear the sting.
I felt the rooms stretch
& my heart sink.
They beat their heads
& strained their teeth
clenching a suffering my hallucinatory
empathy could only convince me I felt.
I looked at them
& I looked at the boys.
I saw their search for blossom
& decay faster than they could say
“You’re not my friend anymore!” & regenerate.
I saw the boys torture the rubber band girls
when they weren’t looking.
I felt them egg me to join them,
& I remember the feeling of paper cuts
in between my fingers when
I would feel torn & nervous.
I remember the smells:
the musty spray canisters of
porn the boys sprayed till
were almost high.
the Claire’s perfumes & burnt hair.
I remember looking back and forth-
I felt like neither the boys or the girls.
I felt my conditioning separate like oil & water.
I could feel the heaviness in my eyes
& the muddiness of my thoughts.
I just wanted to be a friend.
but in my fear
I could only be a witness.
GUYS LOOK !!!(via observations-and-bitchings)
i went home after it all & was v quiet
by darian stahl
Snapping Girls - darian stahlfrom my new chapbook “feeling yourself feel like you’re waiting for yourself to feel yourself waiting”
unfucktheworld by angel olsen
i know absolutely no one is on tumblr at 530, but no one has talked to me in a while & i thought i’d share this. the lyrics are beautiful, too.
I quit my dreaming the moment that I found you
I started dancing just to be around you
Here’s to thinking that it all meant so much more
I kept my mouth shut and opened up the door
I wanted nothing but for this to be the end
For this to never be a tied and empty hand
If all the trouble in my heart would only mend
I lost my dream I lost my reason all again
It’s not just me for you, I have to look out too
I have to save my life
I need some peace of mind
I am the only one now,
you may not be around,
I am the only one now