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The following was weightlessness. * Dear dear, I believe the world can be reduced to a few, simple physical principles. I don’t have the proof, nor am I seeking it. I could probably argue my way and just point to science and say looky here: there’s the answer somewhere. And then I can probably probe … Continue reading
no not here too the end of the world was not meant to happen here there was no smoke unless the steam of the oven could be mistaken for last wails no drizzled rain though the oil of the kitchen still bubbles the will of what it meant to be there were no candles burning … Continue reading
must i tell you that when i die keep me among the living do not bury me like a rotten carrot do not put me in your drying mouths that are thick with old sex take away the pictures of my final shot remove the canisters which may contain a dream of mine … Continue reading
come see my house come see my house where the floor creaks come see my creaky house with its spring flowers come see my sweet, flowering house creaking with a summer that my mom says might never end come see my summered, bright house that is smothered by the end of a creek where my … Continue reading
this be that good but not that good that it is great but not that bad that it is terrible but just good enough like a drive away from the city, though there’ll be traffic, or like a seeing a flower spring from the ground, though it is still too cold, or like you liking … Continue reading
what do you want besides to be wanted and not need to mention that there is needing in that soft place in my heart among the fat and food where only you can be meaty and liquid like the last rain before going to where it will always evaporate as a breath that only knows … Continue reading
it is nice that one can be one step away from annihilation at all points the car will melt the planet the car will drive you to the movies the movies are the problem for they do not show how the planet really is it is not nice even in my dreams i … Continue reading
glued feathers on these arms with scabby blood flying better than i did you tell me that you know how to close the open wound of the sky where nothing is home by recalling the language lost when my mother cooed her belly with the sanded down statement that i may be here now with … Continue reading
more more than this you must give me more i am not armed for aimless love for the faded sundays under lazy fans the lukewarm spreading of a family cat the dispassionate mumbling between a blanket and duvet and the needless needing by tea left alone in the microwave i am equipped with years of … Continue reading
how do i hold this hope of not fearing that one day you will find the happiness that i see in something beyond myself is it constraint to want this thirst at my leg is there freedom to be left among the rain her thick warm soul then everything these holes that … Continue reading
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