Devon Calonzo

  nervous attachment  i forget the lid at home but i take it as a sign of abundance intellectually i’m attracted but also waiting for validation at the end of the day words are cheap so i try to spend em trying to focus on the positive so i say fuck it and overspend curatorial but this is the texture of my soul sharing this is just a means to an end taking on the air and drifting in and out of the room i do the art i do when everyone’s watching

  expanding past love as a reward system because i have always known real love is quiet and steady and it is not here to rescue me from myself new hobbies for the sport of it purpose can be big or small & equations have to work both ways we are the universe's tears and  i cry heavily onto the pavement colored sheets knowing it would take a miracle i play my part

  Windows so alive In mine I'm naked Trying to figure out a pose Imaginary set of rules I get to following We can trust Imma be myself  Prolly gonna sin again

  desire for truth despite the numbness manipulating shit so im valued i dont like being feared but it seems thats all i got right now born with these features  my blunt nose maybe its a good idea maybe its heavensent  body accumulating  years of delayed feelings cut me across and see my rings everything feel like the truth  and everything feel like a lie