false spring
3/15/2026 | LENT
we’re twitching critters cozied up under the rug waiting for it to be yanked from o’er us and I’m perfect and out of my mind and you love it just biding my time until I escape the States for the season or just a week and when you hit that bright nerve I start to smell like se... ntiment(!) and I feel American and for the longest time since last year around this time around this time today I’ve been growing new veins, organs in place no scientists know and the sentiment of it all makes me sick to my bones and I can’t get enough of it, but I’ll let it walk me home, let it plant those seeds in my throat (fuck you and fuck me this shit is far too on the nose) Fifty days without a bleed was the gift you gave to me this time last year, while you crawled up in my skull and drained me down to the quick. AND I spent this summer heavily self-medicated with a heavy head alone and with my knees bent But I’ve got better women in my life. See: my best friends (meine Traumfrauen), whom I call the curved mirror images of my soul—perfect and soft, and I’d be lost without them. and I shed no sober salt for you I’ve been rewriting your name striking it from the archives with one who bears the same but this springtime sickness has you echoing fresh so I take refuge in older songs and I do not think about what went wrong




absolute BANGER comeback from the count.
one of your best yet count thank you for blessing us 🇺🇸…