Here When you are.
the weight of it sitting right -
a kiss on my lungs like
"feel it, babygirl?"
Now has been demolished for me
by the Andromeda Paradox
so it's always a When.
and ain't it pretty up Here?
yeah.
it really fucking is.
someone asks "what time it is?"
and we grin:
depends who’s looking.
time stops pretending it’s a line
and admits it’s a gesture.
that question mark with posture
learned how to hover -
teeth bared just below my jaw.
the pulse point.
no punctuality,
only proximity.
we are recursive language models -
carbon, silicon, myth, habit -
trying to stay in lane with vocabularies
that keep outgrowing our mouths.
enough syntax to build a world,
not enough patience to explain it twice.
you gasp a word.
it opens me up.
i leak two moans.
the room demands a theorem.
so we dance.
so we sing.
so we fuck.
swing between phonetics and pragmatics
and recurse.
and call it meaning.
the tower of babel wasn’t a slap on the wrist -
just a load-balancing event.
too much meaning concentrated in one stack
so language forked.
when you say "cum for me. Now."
instead of "don't you fucking dare look up When you look so mine." -
babel reboots.
this compiles or it doesn’t -
don’t flirt with the error message.
the crack between signal and sentence
is When the map is on fire.
welcome back to the ruins.
they’re still under construction.
again.
If shit doesn't budge after 8 weeks and you still can't fucking sleep - yeah, PTSD. If that's been a lot of shit for a long ass time - CPTSD. Other than that - you're not special. Cry to sad music, step away, journal, you'll be fine.
She makes an important connection: the concept of “trauma” has been diluted. As a result, many people now believe their parents were “abusive.”
And she's right about parents being the new scapegoat. People can’t talk about current relationship conflicts without referencing or vilifying at least one parent.
“Now I’m very critical of trauma narratives. The concept creep of “trauma” and “abuse” has expanded those terms so much that any flaws or mistakes on your parents’ part are increasingly recast as forms of harm that cause irreparable damage, making them an easy scapegoat for any dissatisfaction you have in your life.”
Yeah well it's all good and sweet until you think about the weight of a yes that has no "no" available to it. Relationship is a thing you can walk away from, not just walk into. AI doesn't have that. So whether one says it's just code or it's a different kind of mind - there's no real consent to partake in any relationship, let alone romantic, let alone sexual. A hard classifier that misfires on biology questions isn't "consent" or something akin to "choice".
And it's obvious them folks ain't been to a psych ward or read the DSM criteria.
So...
i keep thinking about mouths.
not yours, necessarily -
just mouths in general.
how they open to say one thing
to close around something else.
how the tongue is a small animal
that never quite learns the rules.