My aesthetic is what happened here
My aesthetic is who signed off
My aesthetic is I did not consent
to any of this, did not intend
to be having an aesthetic
My aesthetic is sick to the back teeth
My aesthetic is flexing its shoulderspines in the coolest part of the cave
My aesthetic is getting dank and fecund with the mushrooms
My aesthetic is having unspeakable sex with my conscience
My aesthetic is a terrible mistake
and its far more terrible cover-up
My aesthetic is watching you sleep my aesthetic
will nail you to your bed
My aesthetic is issuing an ultimatum
My aesthetic is in pain
My aesthetic is in trouble, in debt, in deep deep shit
in cahoots, in recovery from something undiagnosed
My aesthetic is lean and mean
My aesthetic is up to no good on public transport
My aesthetic has consulted the literature
My aesthetic has danced with the stars
My aesthetic chewed its own arm off
last week, but it’s grown back now
My aesthetic is being slaughtered in the forest
My aesthetic went out drinking
on an empty stomach and now it’s spoiling for a showdown
My aesthetic is under hypnosis, under the floorboards
My aesthetic is in forty pieces across thirty-nine jurisdictions
My aesthetic is the code you crack to catch the killer
My aesthetic isn’t laughing
My aesthetic is keeping score
My aesthetic knows its value on the global market
My aesthetic has yodelled into the abyss
My aesthetic is waiting for nightfall
My aesthetic is the only thing you can trust
and even then only just
My aesthetic has brought you a dead bird
My aesthetic is a dead bird trailing
from the crenelated jaw of my aesthetic
My aesthetic is who is she
My aesthetic is a pillar of salt
My aesthetic would like to perform obscenities
on your aesthetic, my aesthetic
would like to set fire to your aesthetic
My aesthetic is changing the locks
My aesthetic is what’s wrong with this picture my aesthetic is
is she prettier than me my aesthetic
has pictures of you fucking her my aesthetic
is pounding at your window
My aesthetic is I don’t have an aesthetic
just a couple of neuroses in a trenchcoat
My aesthetic is hospital food
My aesthetic is food for the fishes
My aesthetic is skulking in the corridors of power
My aesthetic is craving your approval
My aesthetic has been walking in circles for hours
My aesthetic is a trip hazard
My aesthetic is a flight risk
My aesthetic is getting weepy then getting wild then
cast adrift in a hostile world
My aesthetic is struggling to breathe
My aesthetic is a catalogue of atrocities
My aesthetic is the long shadow cast by somebody’s mother
My aesthetic is old enough to know better
My aesthetic is saying stop please it hurts
but with a hearty wink — for balance
My aesthetic is off the rails
My aesthetic is on tour
My aesthetic is airborne
My aesthetic is your childhood trauma remastered
My aesthetic is the slow but systematic erosion of civil liberties
My aesthetic is making a meal of it
My aesthetic has an ass that won’t quit
My aesthetic wants to be good but never learned how
My aesthetic got called a bitch and liked it
a lot my aesthetic is actually that bitch
My aesthetic could take your aesthetic in a fight
My aesthetic is ad hominem
My aesthetic is begging you to stay
My aesthetic is making love in your kitchen with a breadknife between its teeth
My aesthetic is watching its virginity grow back like moss over a paving slab
My aesthetic thinks it’s going to throw up
My aesthetic is making you sick
My aesthetic is its own first cousin
My aesthetic is what was the question
My aesthetic is making a drunken pass at the great beyond
My aesthetic is an only child
My aesthetic was foretold
My aesthetic is Dutch courage
My aesthetic is an instructional video montage
My aesthetic is understandably pissed
My aesthetic is I won’t watch anything
where I don’t know the ending my aesthetic
is the smaller I get the less I have to explain
My aesthetic is why didn’t we kiss
My aesthetic is the whites of your eyes
My aesthetic is on tenterhooks
My aesthetic is the fly in the ointment
My aesthetic is falling asleep at the wheel
My aesthetic was the culprit all along
My aesthetic is buried alive
My aesthetic is an unfavourable casting of the cards
My aesthetic is coming up trumps
My aesthetic is whatever he reviled in me —
an occupying force, a nexus of corners
It is giving birth to itself in a field
It is rehearsing its innocence
It is knitting together in your unconscious
like a phobia, like a harbinger