you are in these bones, but they are not you.
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meddle metal mettle
You looked at my face, the weight of my breasts, the sway of my hips- I watched you lick your lips. You thought “This is worth touching, taming, keeping. I wouldn’t mind burying myself in that earth every night.” But you missed the scars on my knuckles and the knives in my pockets. You failed Read more
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L’appel du
I have nothing for you. I have an excess of it, in fact, so much that I’m sinking into it. I tried to gift wrap it for you, but the void ate it. Tried to put a bow on it, void ate that too. So now I’m just bringing it with me, though things might Read more
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Side A: The History and The Ache
You want me to do what? You want me to twist these scars from your careless blade into something that pleases you? Yes, of course, just allow me one moment to pull from within myself what fresh tender I can muster to bring any kind of give to the crater you carved into me. You Read more
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Something about memory.
You, the forgotten son of a handsome woman, you let yourself forget as well. I suppose we all suffocate the light in our souls every so often: ego the light eater, ego the burden bringer. Your sadness defeats you, centers you in the universe and presses the weight of a trillion trillion galaxies into you. Read more
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All in knowing.
All I know is this isn’t what it was going to be. The inevitable we saw in the morning fog over rolling green land between the dogwood and gardenia. This isn’t it. All I know is that your skin is supple paper thin, I wound you with my tongue and intentions. My fingers are wayward, Read more
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r u n
I dream of running: barefoot racing through midnight, scenery smearing past. Everywhere, everywhen, you’re with me- pacing me, baiting me, our laughter a chill down drowsing spines, unaware of what’s in their midst. Chewing through mile after mile, aeon after aeon, we tear the fabric of the world with our brazen animal souls. I dream Read more
let me sow that i may reap 