little skull caps

i saw a man in a tshirt with lungs on it today, like it reminded him how to breathe.

the other day, a young kid, kind of dumpy, in a skeleton hoodie.

little skull caps for my bike tubes and a skull-shaped rear light; manni gave them to me when we were breaking up and i lost my shit on smith street when they went missing or got nicked, whichever.

it's the neo-renaissance.

instead of staring at the skull by candlelight in an old painting and wondering who we are, we are wearing our skeletons on the outside.

breaking ourselves down, like that will make sense of this life. and if that doesn't work, then at least we're making our own mortality public.

like it helps to share it.