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There was a drowning on a beautiful day with kids passing a beach ball and teen drinking spiked lemon juice and me writing a poem, smiling at my cleverness and how lucky I am to worry only about how things sound or look when I hear a distant wail and I think it’s the kids … Continue reading
I heard there was a poem written that can cure death but I don’t remember how it goes or who wrote it or if it really ever ended, if it just continued and continued even here and in the next and the next until there is no more, but I suppose there always will be … Continue reading
The sun climbs over one mountain just to put shade on another peak. * He was twelve when he died which is better than eleven so I guess he could be happy but I was twelve and a bit so I was pretty sad looking at him with his hair unhair like his lips unlip like … 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
Met this kid who asked why I looked the way I looked and I said it’s cause I wanted to look the way I looked and he said it wasn’t much to look at and I saw myself for the first time, though I had to look away. * You’re a poet so you should … 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
Scribbles was a tough pussy with a pink bow that tied a knot of golden tuffs just above his lips that would hover over the bowl of water while you watched and he refused to take a drink because he didn’t want to show a sniff of vulnerability even if that meant he would die … 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
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