Fabienne Verdier

Cotton candy waves from Mt Tamalpais State Park, California

Chara have partly made peace with what had happened. And the last part's going around in the form of a golden flower.

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 

I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

I had stars in my lungs but I burned them

all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

to get you the fuck out of my throat. The

flowers growing at the bottoms of my

stomach are dead. Apparently you  

can’t water flowers with vodka.

I had the sky in my veins but it’s

been pretty fucking stormy since I

ripped them open. I had planets 

on the tip of my tongue but

the debris from the shattered 

remains of “us” have been

crashing into them. I was

everything. And then I met

you and we were everything.

Now you’re fucking some

blonde girl who gets

high all the time and

I’m a fucking

mess.

Selma Parlour (British, b.1976), Curtain, 2013. Oil on linen

found batman forever on my front lawn

I see you lookin at my corn fed booty…

Thaddeus Wolfe. 

napping together is my kind of date