you know
what i am looking for
the wild words that hold me
when others do not
the dripping down my leg from a little life
lived
the deep hungry earth decomposing
in the thrust of another season
that thing that was there
before love was all there was
those thick words wet with the use
of another’s mouth
but a freshness in yours
the space between the clouds
when the evaporating complaints
of a cold shower come again
rent
to feel like i own a thing beyond
this beyond
to see my body as my own
as a ceaseless street
as the thousand of worlds that will never meet
but are raw and roaring and restlessly rattling against
this still being
the words of the unknown unknowing itself when found out
from underneath a universe composed of blankets and pillows
and the bony parts of you that wear
close enough to the skin
that they could bleed it all out
but do not
for what would you say
then
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