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The gun’s grown old and forgetful but I have only grown old because even now my hands are half-closed as though in an embrace and my eyes are narrow as though daylight didn’t bleed and my breath is still as though I need to stop someone elses’ lungs to start my own but I am … Continue reading
I think I will spend a lifetime trying to be comfortable with funerals until I am uncomfortable at my own for I could use a little more elbow space and a lot more daylight * There are days when there are nights when the moon greets the sun with holes in its teeth and when … Continue reading
The end of a relationship is a funeral where you see other couples who kiss and laugh and love like you loved and you are reminded that in another life not so dressed in black that maybe you’d be with that girl who is with that boy who would be with no one if you … Continue reading
Two pieces of ham slapped onto the pan of my body oiled with sweat and I exhaust like a tortoise hallowing a shell which he hopes has a mate in it though he can’t be sure because she can be hiding in herself or maybe she’s just tired and maybe I exhaust more like a … Continue reading
Her stomach blurts out something onto my elbow while she scratches below like an itch and the night listens to how our bodies moan as day rushes to peek at us too * This is the end so let’s at least pretend we’re excited as we were in the beginning while we barter over an organ … Continue reading
It was just a mistake, which I suppose all things are like how I’m holding her hand with my fingers loose around her knuckles the way an innocent man grips onto an electric chair as she adds that that was a mistake too, which I suppose all things are like the uncontrolled splatter she sits … Continue reading
Bury the bodies where they lay and lay down still like a beast when you tire She cries before we say a word to each other, and years have been silenced in the perfect sentence that expresses all we need to without expressing anything, that attempts to say what can’t be said but is said … Continue reading
She wants me to inhale when she exhales, for her to be my breath, but we are only sharing waste between us, poison from the cells to the cells. * The walls are skin thin and wet when the neighbours in my condominium mow the lawn with their teeth but not with too much bite, just … Continue reading
Warmth is just kinetic energy which is a real shame because we are immobile in bed and I can swear you’re sweating from our fight, or maybe those are just tears that have gone cold from movement. * Drag me to hell because at least I’ll have the heat without the inconvenience of the cancer of … Continue reading
Wet dogs clean themselves better than this fatty bus slopped with age that streaks its wear into me with each bump and I wonder if the first astronauts looked back and asked where they were going to go now because they’d never get off at that stop again where toothpicks poke up, up, up pretending to be … Continue reading
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