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what if there was no what if but only there was * you should’ve seen me when i didn’t see me and focused on what i looked like to people like looking you * all are hurt only few heal only a few gaze from the garbage to the gases above that fall one lonely … Continue reading
the following is a hollowing. * your hands long to belong to me and shortly after i will kiss you for once not tasting myself * feel all fell fall and watch as the fires of autumn wilt in winter with her * the book reviewer wishes to write better than the book the critic … Continue reading
if i die today let it not be because of yesterday but because i managed to slip into the ever-escaping tomorrow * these sentences show too many spaces between us but i cannot stop myself from reading into the bare silences * when i die ensure i am drunk and in love perhaps with … Continue reading
clouds as teeth against your blue shaping into sweet supple nothings that have milked everything from my bite except for you staying solid and untouched by the allure of flight in the sky as a baby unaware it was born without wings * time between us old lovers fumbling wrinkles and curves unwanted through wanting … Continue reading
a guide to those trying to measure morals: – cut into paper before it cuts into you – cannibalize self-doubt such as whether you can cannibalize the doubting self – stay starved and bleeding and unrealized surprising yourself at mesmerising inconsistency – die – write a little space for yourself in nothing but space as … Continue reading
look upon you like for lost keys and the open wound above that forever changes its bandages but still bleeds sun daily until that will go too into nothing and nothing again for i throat silence instead of a voice which has heard too much like that a voice cannot listen from bodies borrowed from … Continue reading
yesterday was the day to plan the future but it was hurting beauty bleeding blue into a sky scabbed with clouds one that has seen too much red balanced on razor horizons where things always look brighter like tomorrow which may be just as suitable to catalogue a life into segments of sleep wake sleep … Continue reading
i know the loneliest sentence that after all of it i no longer think about you though you gave me it after all of that i know the loneliest sentence where among the prison of others there is little to be barred from except the heads that match heartache to the hands … Continue reading
be aware there are men falling from maples red and drained for the arbor was no armor which is close to love in french even though they never spoke it with their tongues stuck in others’ mouths who never learned their language and sat at dinner peeling back like the wood of the chairs or … Continue reading
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
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