#mamuang #wisut #マムアン


#mamuang #wisut #マムアン


*darkens clothes*

*strikes a violent pose*


Her (2013)


Her (2013)

me: *walks into a restaurant wearing all black and smudged eyeliner*
me: *says "please" 800 times and smiles at small children*

I think gauze wound
around ankle, plaster poured

into a chest-shaped mold.
I think wet cement.

I say stone, and you think pebble
in stream or marble fountain or kimberlite.

I say gravel or grave
or ask me later. There are days

I mourn being built from this. Made
of so much aggregate

and gravestone, so little
diamond and fountain water.

When I was a construction crane
my balled fists

toppled buildings of boys.
I rifled through the pockets

of their ruins.
Ask what I’ve been. Detroit

is a stretch of highway littered
with windshield,

a boy picking the remains
of a window from his hair.

I say Detroit;
you think glass.

I say glass; you think atrium;
I say atrium beams

warped by heat;
think cathedral. My shoe soles

say stain. Glass between treads,
treads imprinted on gum.

Everything finds its bottom,
say the sewers.

Don’t come any closer,
begs a map of collapsed veins,

while the burnt-out colonial,
this empty lot,

and this alley-dark cavity
all say the shelter is sparse, yes,

but there is space here for bones—
a ribcage, brimming like yours.

jamaal may, ask what i’ve been. (via overwhelmington)
new aesthetic: divine core


glowing masses of energy behind your head. massive wings grow from your back. optional multiple eyes and heads. ability to grant all that is holy for humankind. being of light. literal angel. divine core