lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
we are nearly always a world which almost
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better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
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