Saying Goodbye to Heather

July 7,2016


I am an artist with words, That I want to fuck the dictionary,
impossible symbols to recommends your whole beauty to me, these idiotic poems- what is sanity, and only describe them with symbols and sounds? So that I can forget the way things look here- overbearing? obnoxious?

looking everywhere for the blood under the bandages human being that I find with questioning words.


why beneath of weeping, why beneath of pain, why beneath of dying, why beneath of sleep.


questioning words draw near-


I crawl from here to a very dark bedroom without you but clutching this poem, PRIDE along with my life. PRIDE is a kind of slashing of the heart in friendship?


Always Emma Jean Hayden