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...and all this time I thought your back was turned to face me;
I always painted it, or watched it, waiting for it to disappear
into colorless space. A void of nothingness.
Naked as lover.
But the point was, maybe I was wrong, and your arms were
always around me. You just seemed gone, (my eyes were blindfolded by thin strips of skin and eyelash.)
We speak too much. We don't speak.
The forest snows are laced with cocaine; the deer have been breathing
and bleeding softly from tender beige nostrils. The world seems sweet
and white. Children laugh and go sledding. Come home for cocoa, dusted in frost.
The tiger's paws are soaked. He does not understand. Jaguars and Panthers curl. Lost. They Starve. Purr. Retract their claws and die without sound in
an anonymous wood.
Stomach empty and buzzing like a hive. Throat empty
and slamming shut. World empty. still echoing with laughter.
I always painted it, or watched it, waiting for it to disappear
into colorless space. A void of nothingness.
Naked as lover.
But the point was, maybe I was wrong, and your arms were
always around me. You just seemed gone, (my eyes were blindfolded by thin strips of skin and eyelash.)
We speak too much. We don't speak.
The forest snows are laced with cocaine; the deer have been breathing
and bleeding softly from tender beige nostrils. The world seems sweet
and white. Children laugh and go sledding. Come home for cocoa, dusted in frost.
The tiger's paws are soaked. He does not understand. Jaguars and Panthers curl. Lost. They Starve. Purr. Retract their claws and die without sound in
an anonymous wood.
Stomach empty and buzzing like a hive. Throat empty
and slamming shut. World empty. still echoing with laughter.
Literature
before
a little while ago
maybe a couple of months or something
i wasn't drinking ; instead i was
waking up to you
every morning you would stretch
and your spine would move and i felt it all over
your skin stretched into the sun and
i saw it everywhere
but guess what, that shit was gold and
gold doesn't last and you didn't last.
i got boring and you got mean.
and you're less of a gypsy and more of
a woman and i know if i called you up tonight
said hey baby come home
how did we get here baby i'm crying on the
floor drinking lime pepsi
and this goddamn pepsi is flat. so why don't
you come home. just for the night.
you would say you h
Literature
gardenia
the five-a.m. floor protested
my sleepless dreaming.
i got up to make you coffee,
no sugar: you were never fond
of sweetening things that needed it.
i drank it on the autumned porch
in the stupor of dawn
and watched my breath unfurl,
like the smoke you spew sometimes
when you're stressed or have something to hide.
i'm sorry i took
your favorite sweater with me
but i knew it would be cold
in the soil with your secrets
and the brooch she left behind.
Literature
flowers settle
we seen the Else
of softless
for florets sow
of wetter feet.
seen owls flew
to sell wows for
we owe these
flowers love to set
for lost
well loveless
so's
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"The forest snows are laced with cocaine; the deer have been breathing
and bleeding softly from tender beige nostrils."
beautifully descriptive <3
and bleeding softly from tender beige nostrils."
beautifully descriptive <3