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what you heard is true: this is my body met and meated on a saturday when your clothes fell away like after a hunt in which you only found the woods and yourself a taste of you tipped on your tongue salivating what you heard is true: this is my body years of the same … Continue reading
the most difficult thing will be to find love when there is no love and then remembering that love before love is different than love after love even more so than love during love which is always difficult for sometimes there is no love though love is said the most of any time * the … Continue reading
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
i say that i think there is still a language left to discover that leaves no confusion, though i’ll admit i don’t understand the thought myself * the dog bites its leg and i know now what it means to want more from yourself than you can provide * it is for these people who … Continue reading
i don’t understand how i’ve met so many smart people to see so little change from one day to the next and even a few years ago have the same numbness like a blanket that when it’s taken off there is another fold underneath and when that goes another fold another fold another fold and you’re … 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
if only things could be different is said in the same way by different people in the same world using different languages but the same mouths * and he’s drunk feeling drunk drunk feelings that stay on until he is hungover and he feels again like the hung man who is released and he heaves … 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
is this part of the text or is it a mistake i left in because part of the text is a mistake left in me? * i am i as long as we stay we but there’s but away and a way days daze dye into die heir into air see into sea by saying … 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
