February 2011
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look at the night
into it
your bath
hair wetted only at the tips
that my hands used to be in
let’s talk about death
let’s be nude
you were removed from me
by a guilt-witch
you’re probably happy, you’ve probably forgotten me
three years gestating
but you still think of me while you fuck him
don’t you?
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i hope that their new-lovers naivety forms globes whose gravity will crush each other
she, a goldfish he, a cavern of poverty both desperations callow in insecurity and virginal
i hope that the cowl of un-seeing that from beneath they scream: save me that they refuse to acknowledge is raked back like soft skin
and they see the golden world and honourable vice in all its becoming for everyone...
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could you come a little closer? slide that way you slide, so shy, wanting mouth open, try to suck in enough air to pacify the limits of lungs so useless in the dark mantle of these deeds, haunting your fingertips as they trace the contours of my lips, speaking too deaf silence closer my love, there will be no more breathing: quiet these vain protests echoing past the dying candle; nononononono, i...
