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How do you figure the world existed without the two of us fucking for the fruits of paradise like animals in the night crying out our own names to scare the birds who try to mimic our noise but they do it all wrong and we do it worse * Clothes hanging like meat after … Continue reading
Don’t use your sex against my sex during sex where we say nothing but hope for it all * The whole of the universe fits into a glass of wine and then, between us when it slips from the lip into ours * The fold of a bum is the edge of the universe kissed with … Continue reading
Drowning is just another way of breathing when you are where I am like the desert shade of my own body that can only protect one arm from getting burned when it is my head that gets the worst of all and my brain soon boils but at least it’s a cooled liquid compared to me … Continue reading
I am convinced all the good poetry has been written and all I’m left with is describing your lip hair as it points like a hesitant hedgehog afraid to show its blonde quills for fear they won’t protect you from someone like me who will spend their lifetime describing your lip hair as a light … Continue reading
Dear dear, I want things to be okay. I suppose we all do. We work and eat and shit in order to ensure that our needs are met, our bowels flushed, and our wants achieved in some capacity. Survival is not enough. Okay is. Okay is okay. It is good. It is great. It is … Continue reading
I’m told I have eremophobia which I don’t understand and the psychologist waves his hands to tell me it is a complicated word that means that I am afraid of being alone and I try to say the word that is clunky and poky and rips my tongue out to slip through the gaps in … Continue reading
There are three types of silence: the first is when there is nothing to say and the next is to say nothing and both are said here in the third type which is writing words for her though she’ll never read them * Writing’s an attempt to apologize for not knowing what to say when … Continue reading
I got you now, love, don’t I with a whoops and oppsy-daisy and the eventual hammering of two bodies that weren’t meant to hammer but have done so today until they are nailed atop of each other and the shadows make a cross of the small miracle of a girl’s stomach underneath your finger … Continue reading
She’s looking real good in the jean jacket I got her, arms spread in a hug of fabric and careful consideration of whether the pockets lined with some brown string would be liked or if the metallic buttons would shine but not too bright just so I could be focused on her when I would … Continue reading
Days double in youth and half when old and now I’m in between the constancy of then and then, a scatter of twenty odd years doing a scatter of twenty odd things for a scattering of twenty odd reasons, hoping for days to stop altogether so I can rest or live and not be afraid … Continue reading
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