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white stains like skulls on the bedsheets she wakes up buried beside me a miracle of morning clambering for coffee that she could choke on if only today didn’t hold the confusion of why aren’t you up yet you have to get going no one can know about this her butt bends light with … Continue reading
aren’t there better ways to better aren’t to allow us to move into and out of us as we come to know unknowing as we repeat to repeat to as we crave the attempt of sussing something out of this nothing that has crawled among the gap of our elbows where we were the only … Continue reading
i have seen the unexpected surprise itself into calm consistency forgetting that all still water once wore waves and even the smallest puddle is pulled by the moon i have seen thundering clouds make a lot of sense trying to burn the rain i have seen people who say that they could’ve made that modern … Continue reading
i wonder if he wondered if i knew if he thought about how big i was tough there with my hands in my pants imagining you when you were with me showing me what to think with my thing which is no more than do and do it well a lesson in expanding oneself to … Continue reading
stay around just a little bit where not enough and forever make love like teenagers who don’t last who will remember for the rest of their lives that time in the closet with you in their mouth like a meal that will never be satisfied but that bleeds to parts not yet recognized until there … Continue reading
the following is motivational fodder so as to motivate itself into something more. let it lead feeds. * we were never meant to be common to blur into the unseeing comet that circles when it could crash into a world that has forgotten that it was made from our force and our knowing that there … Continue reading
i understand you must reinterpret this world into yours to bridge the distance between the planets or just our arms which could be hugging but instead are supine as though from the first and last instance of solely human flight and stiffly cowardly trying to close the space between the single meaning and all of … Continue reading
when you are alone know it could be worse for you could be a lone the suffocating space in between not knowing you could compound something together like the sun’s outstretched fingers tickling the land for one last laugh that will consume the sky with a day never yet seen not because of history rambling … Continue reading
death is a memory of the nothing again where you watch the universe laugh against your fading tickling touch like the sun that spreads fingers onto the land onto you a piece of the land who is going back home to the place where no one has yet complained with your fingers clenched into night … Continue reading
most of politics are rich people telling poor people that other poor people are stopping yet other poor people from being rich people who might pour the same into people once they have reached politics * say it say it tell my legacy to the sun who knows it alone and night who understands it … Continue reading
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