under the angel with blueberry by Annie Liu

and wood. and wood and wood and more
                    woods. dark woods, westchester woods
                    this is the end of the road
we are gathered here under a series of cloudy and terrible circumstances
bubble had a cloudy eye; blueberry was pummeled to death by rocks
mom has schizophrenia; dad is a reckless stranger
i am self destructive and paranoid
singing: 
                    we all live in a yellow submarine diving into the rocks
                    we all live in a yellow submarine diving into the shore
i am self destructive and paranoid
and i am obsessed with destroying everything i know.
i had a fish called bubble to replace the fish my father killed
and now that he has died
i have buried him under the angel with blueberry
spirits i’m obsessed with don’t often come in non tragic forms. for example
there is a girl who i love very much and she is a forest i want to move into
i want to love her i want to be loved
i want to bury myself in her body and call it a night
but you see i am           haunted by birds at night singing
if i could call it a night i would
but i am                         haunted by birds at night singing and the
                                        souls of my dead fish singing
under the angel with blueberry
(and wood. and wood and wood and more
                    cursed wood. strange wood burnt by human skin strange
                    wood burnt by human tongues
                    this is the end of the road)

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