sorry bunny

sorry bunny

Saturday, October 10, 2026

birth day

 I have 2 birth days

the day I was born and the day I gave birth


today 5 years ago I gave birth

mostly alone

not wailing

trying not to wake anyone


seeing spinning circles diverge

and converge whenever it got most painful

then diverge again

and when the head was coming out

all the circles lined up and vibrated

they were different shades of yellow and brown

and I was alone in my bedroom

two other adults slept in my 1 bedroom Seattle apartment

which overlooked the street from above and had a nice view of Mt. Rainer

central district


and I just focused on giving birth

trying not to push, but the compulsion to push

was so extreme

it felt "good painful"

and the only way to feel less was to feel more

like chewing on the inside of my cheeks until they bled

kind of "good"


and the spinning circles

which lined up for every contraction

that I was told was not a contraction

for 8 hours I believed I was not giving birth

while giving birth

silently waiting for people to wake up

just focusing on the circles

diverging and spinning along different rhythms

and lining up, but not exactly, but each time more exactly

until

I stuck my whole hand inside myself to find

a head going through my pelvis

it felt like a hard basket ball coming through me


and then

I just waited and finally someone woke up

and I tried to explain

I am about to give birth

and at first no one believed me

so I waited

and then I gave birth

and I remember saying, "Okay are you all ready now?"

And in between the bed and the wall

I felt like a cat that needed a tight corner to partially hide in

it was so easy

it just happened

and the pain involved was manageable

with the circles

and the compulsion towards pain

and the time alone in labor

no one knowing or telling me what I was doing wrong

no anxiety

no worry

in the night 

quiet

no screaming

holding back my voice so as to not bother anyone


with this.. thing

that only I could do


for 8 hours I labored alone going between my bedroom and my clawfoot bathtub

and for 1 hour someone was telling me they weren't sure if the pointy head with hair was a real human head

and for 5 minutes the midwife was there

and for the whole time I was there

what a strange experience that completely and intuitively happened with no one helping me

no pain medication

no fear


no problems


the circles guiding me

I wish I could count them

I think there were eleven of them, all the same size but as they spinned like hoops

they separated.. and went around like flower petals before coming together again like a target forming

this mental image that just appeared 








Monday, September 28, 2026

true free write no mistakes

 no mistakes

no magic potions

no amount of stirring

no blog

written rewritten a thousand

times

i would die for your daughter!
a thousand bread crumbs for that aaron


one for the homies


before the future past meal


pulled out of the nearly empty fridge


a thousands swords in your honor!

a thousand breaths for your friend


friendship in the graveyard

counting the karma in your soil


his karma was too heavy

so it pulled the rope


i once burned a bra

he had asked me to hide


i tried to burn his karma

and it did not work

it multiplied in the air


she shook her hair so hard it all fell out

shook it so hard she lost her earrings her bra her grey denim skirt

hanging gently on her nearly gone hips

slipping

filling filing

unraveling into

a single node of

non-space

a single point

non-existent in its definition

node

nudge

bump in the road

is that what i do?

is that my energy?

a bump in the road?

a detour?

a happy accident?

a side-quest?

a prick on your finger that tells you

that tells you

that tells you shush

say my name three times and i will teach you how to spin gold out of straw

spin inwards excrement into gold

unravel plans

memorize this one

inescapable moment in time

that is literally nothing 

shaped like something

tastes like rich wet dirt.

Wednesday, September 23, 2026

vibe

 vibe is pale blue

watery

diluted

leaf floating

misty

algae

cold

cedar needles

seeds

bony skin

scratchy bumps

loose teeth


nothing 

Tuesday, September 22, 2026

moving the masch

 masticating machine jaws

crunching metal

flattening out with these hot dry lips

little crumbie cookies

dead skin from the corners of your lips

and dry eyes

red scratchy skin

glowing red

poky

horny

pulling

poking

sitting there all

avoidant

battery life

always at 99%

from lack of use

teeth not used to chewing 

gristle



asphalt crunching teeth

these ones

bone crushing teeth

spit falling out the mouth

with small drops of blood

crushin' teeth


wishing style of 

hold your jaw

tense it up


hold it like a cup 

out in the rain

tasset al-rabah

for the daily crunching of your heartspace

open tongues to the raindrops


hold the tip of yer tongue

to the high point of your alveolar ridge

make thee 

th- the- thee-

as if it were a holy

floating

fricative


airy misty slobbering


can't get the words out


might as well stab blindly with my two sharp canines


howl/cry

at the day moon

who is always in the sky

all wet dripping and covered in moveable clay

like my rabid dog slobber mouth of disorganized speech


floating


catching strings of carbon nano-tubing rain drops

to the moon

and back


back \ back / back in my throat

scratching itching rubbing 

filling in endlessly with black ink

skin scarring over past skin scarring

never bulimic

in fact

i can't make my self throw self self up

if i wanted to self self self

fuck me

or even fit any fingers in

the triangle collapses each time

bronchial tube, food tube swell

and little angels come and stitch up my lips

hoping my fire tongue doesn't

chemically burn 

a whole memory of past

experimental station

dreams

who knows if they were even reel


as real as a color printed 

Puffin

printing glossy near the NMR* room






* nuclear magnetic resonance (NMR)



Tuesday, August 25, 2026

wizard brain

 make me a  wizard damnit 

i wanna be known

in softly crawling tendrils all over your schema

Saturday, August 15, 2026

blinded by the sun

 blinded by the sun

fingers trembling

shaking limbs

agitated algae medicine

swimming

stirring

finger dippin'

love

children in the sun

bare skin

warm glow

fresh lemon cucumbers

missing my friends

whom i pushed away

pushed away

pushed away

blinded by the sun

blinded by the sun

blinded by the 

disgust

over

the distance

i could or cannot

overcome

deeply alone

in my cage

(lungs)

(wound)

(fabric)

Saturday, August 8, 2026

talking to girls

 talking to girls

talking to girls

talking to girls

talking to girls

I TALKED TO SOME GIRLS LAST NIGHT

I did not follow them home

I did not sleep in her bed

I did not eat with her

I did not look too long into her eyes


but next time

I will 


Friday, August 7, 2026

questioning this blog as a response to my ... locked down throat talk

 I used to write in this blog just because no one would read it and now it's listed on a public profile of my Instagram


So it feels like like it is a private blog

less like a sheer skirt with red underwear 

less like how you let your skirt hem snag on a rough patch of skin

as you adjust it upwards upwards upwards



so then, it is more real this, whole, "making the public private" thing i think I am doing



this thing it feels like is a disrespectful gross thing


I just thought we were living in a surveillance state


I thought that 20 years ago


I thought to myself, everything is already public

and we now know how deeply it is, but wasn't it always with simply different technology?


__________moving forwards_____stepping into____ the nur system___ the practice ____ the product___the potion____ the omen___ the poem


the abrupt ending


Thursday, August 6, 2026

 why the

inesacpabable sounds

hit


Diary Entry July 31st 2026

 Dear Diary,


I woke up at 7:45am and it was just because the sun was shining. I went to bed around midnight.. wait let me check my phone records... yeah that's probably accurate because I made a call at 11:13pm while driving home from .. Shamoth's house. 


Oh wait now I just remembered to fill out my time card.


Okay i'm going to try a trick to overcome my avoidance with simple and easy tasks

I'm going to think of a song that is the feeling, in this case, the line, "Paranoia paranoia everyone is coming to get me." That's kind of what it feels like to think about doing my time card