heavens debutante

by izzy leslie

how do i become this goat?

i am wobbling on uneasy gravel

looking at a sky made of branches

ignoring ~unsuccessfully~ whats in front

The Hotel Schloss Kammer

what is your hotel

schloss kammer?

work? family? personal relationships?

societal pressures? social ills? lack of
control? capitalism? perfectionism?
anxiety? depression? sickness? etc...

still, i must bathe before i go in

wont impose myself upon this tomb

this is my alpine air baptism

fog opens the pores, spa day

dig a wet hole and bury me in it

sod smells like sweet decay
earthworms wriggle around my hips
a private dance
bring me up for breath

heavens gate?

touch a flat stone to my breast

my toes are dew in the grass, feels cool
climb a tree to tangle in the web

branches murder me
im dead, i become the sky blanket
im lost in the heavens

i will never go inside again

not until i bathe anyways,
become so dripping wet w/ this goddamn earth i split into pebbles

Alle im Park von Schloss Kammer, 1912

Gustav Klimt