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that heart the shape of a bowl that fed ancient civilizations with the hope of finding something that does not require someone that brain slippery folds of women atop of women where your mother will warn that you need to get a good girl for you are a better boy those lungs a … Continue reading
just under the surface where your last dream rests not yet dreamt in that forest that followed you for a lifetime first when you were twelve and restful next when the dark sunrise crept over with a sleepy yawn against your wakefulness of all the things going outside then once more when you thought there … Continue reading
it is no wonder you are alone now like that flower that pulls on the other side of the earth begging it to turn around to hear the singing here of that spring now winter that love now loss that time your voice was said by the same boom of the beautiful universe before the … Continue reading
Dear dear, I fell out of love with you. Please don’t get upset. Please don’t stop reading there. Though sometimes an entire relationship can end in a sentence. Don’t let ours halt at the period. Instead see the white around it, and know that there is always a space after the tiny dot. It may … Continue reading
The following was weightlessness. * Dear dear, I believe the world can be reduced to a few, simple physical principles. I don’t have the proof, nor am I seeking it. I could probably argue my way and just point to science and say looky here: there’s the answer somewhere. And then I can probably probe … Continue reading
no not here too the end of the world was not meant to happen here there was no smoke unless the steam of the oven could be mistaken for last wails no drizzled rain though the oil of the kitchen still bubbles the will of what it meant to be there were no candles burning … Continue reading
here again in the small stop of your loving i am reminded that this is a tiny end just before you kiss me it will not happen yet there will be the happy years the faulty focused years where i catch myself in your thick warm arms or in the mirror smiling what can … Continue reading
must i tell you that when i die keep me among the living do not bury me like a rotten carrot do not put me in your drying mouths that are thick with old sex take away the pictures of my final shot remove the canisters which may contain a dream of mine … Continue reading
now that i am no longer a poet, i do not see the birds sculpting the sky or the rivers with those long, luscious names or the love that will eclipse the previous loves. rather, dogs poop. i poop. there is poop under my shoe. and scrubbing now, i understand now how someone can easily … Continue reading
come see my house come see my house where the floor creaks come see my creaky house with its spring flowers come see my sweet, flowering house creaking with a summer that my mom says might never end come see my summered, bright house that is smothered by the end of a creek where my … Continue reading
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