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a stream lives forever running off into me and my mouth against me if it has to even though i am mostly it and it is mostly me for i have swallowed too much and am letting it go back into it like a dog who prefers the leash for at least then there’s an … Continue reading
writing on my love doesn’t feel as good as writing on my love * of love there isn’t enough off love there is a single letter difference is a bedmate a stubbed toe and a betrayal when you find your bedmate f’ing someone else toe slamming into furniture that is yours but feels foreign … Continue reading
will you be mine the days are getting shorter each time i look at my watch which doesn’t work as well as it did when it did when i was less long like a maple tree being born from a single shoot that fell off quite unfortunate during a storm railing like me when i’m … Continue reading
i am summer in the grass the movement of a dead body the anything anyone? who wants you and i tried and true and left only for me and you to discover in the winter on the trees and the autumn in the colours and that body there – mine – that is still and lonely like … Continue reading
what have i done to accompany these hairs on your thighs like you have growing unknown then waxing and waning hanging on with fingernails in a place where there was love once but now only us * i don’t think of myself often which is amazing i think * whoever said names never hurt was a … Continue reading
you say that there’s something missing in my poems and i’ll admit it’s you which is why i write them so you can find yourself in me stifling, silenced carrying on without * i’ve never known a complete work just fragments of wills and whats and whys that remind not everyone can be great myself … Continue reading
i have the look of a fish in the freezer of a supermarket hoping for a home or at least a meal when she kisses me and leaves soon after * my dreams must be a way of getting back at me for living in this reality like a fortune cookie before the break, just … Continue reading
people used to love here where we used to we in flowers and fun before the mosquitoes swell with thoughts of me the semi-squeezed pimples with hairs and ideas of being better when i am not in a scarred terrain with barren mountains for bones and skies for the invisible forgotten that is meant only … Continue reading
she says she cheated on me and i am so tired all of a sudden and there’s a place to sleep here somewhere though it used to be her stomach in summer or a shoulder in winter but i can’t tell the outside from the inside now and so i look back to her as … Continue reading
we are our own light in darkness that does not belong to us but that is us a waiting absence spent belonging to it despite the short and suffocating time we moved beyond to create to make to delight * her arms tied at the elbows like meat netted in plastic or a puppet whose … Continue reading
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