(2014)
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
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