innocent in white

every freckle a face

and every bloom a flower

making me wonder

what’s left to devour

and be stomached

when i no longer

do raspberries on you

and can’t reach my my

beer boomed

and pregnant with

an idea that shrinks

by getting bigger like

a planet or my penis

that i haven’t seen either

thanks to my oh my

even as my right hand is free

typing and thinking of you

with what’s left

of me

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i’ve been diagnosed

with a cure

a lifetime sentence

of freedom

that i have too heavy

of a dose

and so

overdo it

by doing very little

all day

except this

nearly too much

that makes me sick

makes me hope for health

in something

besides myself

a person with a leaking heart

crying lungs

and an empty brain

filled with thoughts

never complete

and actions

never thought