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Finger of god holding onto pink lingerie

Don’t use your sex against my sex during sex where we say nothing but hope for it all * The whole of the universe fits into a glass of wine and then, between us when it slips from the lip into ours * The fold of a bum is the edge of the universe kissed with … Continue reading

Goodbye skin

I was born out of alcohol and from it too and now I drink to my parents and the drinks they gave me that made me grow up only to drink something better than milk, unless the milk is combined with brandy – a slurry that is as spoiled as a boy who is nursed … Continue reading

The migrating shade

Drowning is just another way of breathing when you are where I am like the desert shade of my own body that can only protect one arm from getting burned when it is my head that gets the worst of all and my brain soon boils but at least it’s a cooled liquid compared to me … Continue reading

Lip hair fault lines

I am convinced all the good poetry has been written and all I’m left with is describing your lip hair as it points like a hesitant hedgehog afraid to show its blonde quills for fear they won’t protect you from someone like me who will spend their lifetime describing your lip hair as a light … Continue reading

This place

Dear dear, I want things to be okay. I suppose we all do. We work and eat and shit in order to ensure that our needs are met, our bowels flushed, and our wants achieved in some capacity. Survival is not enough. Okay is. Okay is okay. It is good. It is great. It is … Continue reading

It was there

I’m told I have eremophobia which I don’t understand and the psychologist waves his hands to tell me it is a complicated word that means that I am afraid of being alone and I try to say the word that is clunky and poky and rips my tongue out to slip through the gaps in … Continue reading

Silence aloud

There are three types of silence: the first is when there is nothing to say and the next is to say nothing and both are said here in the third type which is writing words for her though she’ll never read them * Writing’s an attempt to apologize for not knowing what to say when … Continue reading

I got you now, love

I got you now, love, don’t I with a whoops and oppsy-daisy and the eventual hammering of two bodies that weren’t meant to hammer but have done so today until they are nailed atop of each other and the shadows make a cross of the small miracle of a girl’s stomach underneath your finger   … Continue reading

Don’t fade into mediocrity

Don’t fade into mediocrity I used to tell myself when I was younger and slowly fading   Don’t fade into mediocrity do it full don’t stop unless stopping means to do it completely   Don’t fade into mediocrity that dead normal that glazed over hump that has water and the promise of survival but is … Continue reading

Little lakes with 70% water

She’s looking real good in the jean jacket I got her, arms spread in a hug of fabric and careful consideration of whether the pockets lined with some brown string would be liked or if the metallic buttons would shine but not too bright just so I could be focused on her when I would … Continue reading