Mykyta Ryzhykh
as unnecessary tore the soul from the body
out of habit I distributed bread to people with sewn up stomachs
buried a cemetery under the bed
canceled the future for the sake of a neighbor living in the past
shot his most beautiful lover in the temple
of me
SPACE
also
I broke the waters
I threw out the trash
I cleaned my ears
I wiped the blood from my forehead
I washed the cum off my stomach
SPACE
I’m learning to be a seedling like before
my grape pupils bloomed for the first time
SPACE
I died inside your head
the sky in my tears will never become the subject of study by historians
SPACE