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death is a memory of the nothing again where you watch the universe laugh against your fading tickling touch like the sun that spreads fingers onto the land onto you a piece of the land who is going back home to the place where no one has yet complained with your fingers clenched into night … Continue reading
most of politics are rich people telling poor people that other poor people are stopping yet other poor people from being rich people who might pour the same into people once they have reached politics * say it say it tell my legacy to the sun who knows it alone and night who understands it … Continue reading
the following is ruinous and rattles stars to look away and perhaps that dread is exactly the point of continuing. * the man dressed and with a cane found me in a forest and told me i needed to make something of myself for i was wasting potential there naked and homeless and i said … Continue reading
we need you the dead to remind us of our connection to the living earth * the day deadens into another like a bad but continuous date flirting for a night that lightens underneath heavy covers and kissing toes where among summer somebodies who hold winter in their pants despite remaining pantless with flowers embroidered … Continue reading
antiparticles scratching at my door trying to get inside to tell me that they exist if i ever wanted to give them a chance instead of working with half my life already over and wedged into the small corner of masturbation and home where i felt like i needed not to look for home anymore … Continue reading
promise taints optimism because some words were willed before my throat before my stomach knew how to digest a pregnant b aching in ascension a long l which could be an i or an one or just a line that draws me closer to you if it were a bridge though it is probably a … Continue reading
to the brother i will never be to the cousin i never was to the janitor that i might’ve been if my brother wasn’t so close with his cousins there are stories i need to tell you like there is still a thing in nothing or so my father clicked after a ninth playing inside … Continue reading
with or without you wither without you with her without you wilt here without you * i’d lay down if i wasn’t already buried under the poetry that was 35 words but had it all already even the planets outside that knock at my window with hopes of meeting my eyes blank on this screen … Continue reading
we make for bad clouds formless and sinking into one another hoping to stop the falling and the rain that doesn’t always fall back into the water but instead into our hands that once held one another until we became mist blocking our sights but still inflating breath wet and sputtering giving back to the … Continue reading
she says against the lonely sun that she needs to work on herself and then waits for my approval though night comes too soon and silently for me to respond to her mouth that still hangs open teeth like stars turning black for no other reason than the sweetness of the surrounding world * isn’t … Continue reading
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