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zipporah

i am of the body of me whose body isn’t i when i’m drinking and drunk and throwing up me only to be replaced by a scarred and scared i with acidic dribble trying to eat me and my whole * She is lips a big red sea split from sounds of her and of … Continue reading

mediocre poem

This is genius the man said real good stuff where the sound of the streets and steamer blowing travels was reduced by his praise and by the fact that it took all it took from me which was all I had and still wasn’t enough of it because it was miserable and unfinished and reminded … Continue reading

if you leave the water on, the sinks will overflow

see always see do nothing more than observe for your sight is the most powerful act in the universe and without it there would be no universe worth seeing and i guess no you either * the darkness was old and night was young when my father came home with an electric cord that teaches … Continue reading

Words worth a day

What are words but pictures and pictures but language and language but us picturing the language of words to make us us again * If you look long enough at a person you will end up seeing yourself and if you look longer you end up seeing them and if you look longest of all … Continue reading

The study of the lives of one

I’m ass to sun after a great education told me I could do it all if only I worked and worse like wearing pants which are now far away and floating in clouds I can’t see with my butt high indomitable and creaking like water in a damn with a little flow from a big reserve … Continue reading

Maple syrup that isn’t sweet

Summer sun on blank paper tells the best story ever written * All thoughts are those of others, which leaves you wondering who thought about you or is that just a thought you were told to think by me, an other * A dog wretches while I carve your name into the bark of a … Continue reading

The optimism of five metres, the bad judgement of one

Butcher block boobs fall into my mouth and I lick the salt in sweat like an animal left by the houses of history to wolf down whatever comes and doesn’t which is meat shaking and dried because I’m told that I need to be softer so I let go only to experience the hardest thing of … Continue reading

God is a fish and we are the bait

be sad cry then in the morning when you wake up in tears that reflect you you’ll have to swim to survive and you’ll know that further crying will only add to your troubles that stop when the ceiling does * The fish jumps away from the fishing rod and the fisher who can think … Continue reading

Asphalt and sidewalks

All the streets are warm and the trees alive with dances that cool the sun-steeped and their shadows Love lingers like this for a long while Women wear flowers so they don’t wilt with them and with the soil where no garden grows Love lingers like this for a long while She’s draped in stripes … Continue reading

Mispronounce pounce

It is perplexing to imagine death as the end of life because death is all life is in its perplexing end * I can’t hear my poetry over the clicking of these words and of the voice that reads now which blocks me from me by being you * I am terrified alone and wet with … Continue reading