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I brushed my hair this
morning like always three
heart-attack strokes jerking
strands into place trekked
to school after and dreamed
through class nightmares
all shot through with gaps
like this poem which you
thought had a point but is
too sick stuffed with holy
to be worth anything at all.
morning like always three
heart-attack strokes jerking
strands into place trekked
to school after and dreamed
through class nightmares
all shot through with gaps
like this poem which you
thought had a point but is
too sick stuffed with holy
to be worth anything at all.
Literature
8.10.12
he unsnapped her bra
along with her backbone,
caressing her shoulder blades,
holding her up by her collar bones.
she slid down his boxers
and stripped off his skin,
soothing his nerve endings,
laying him down by his veins.
but they couldn't love properly;
he was selfish in one eye.
Literature
stonemaze
sometimes, I pretend
our home is tinnitus
I scrape pine needles
into a horizontal bowl.
twisted scenery
settling in like snow
inside my finger
bones, stirring
up sparks. he
may be the last
explosive, a
fire fight that bites
through my palms;
may be the last
crackling
monolith to collect
spacedust on
his loneliness.
I should be left alon
Literature
Unavoided
I used to know a girl for
the hunger in her voice;
she spoke of something
more, worth
anchoring herself to
and sinking down
with
"I think
I'll drink away my memory, soon,
or pray for an Alzheimer-inspired
beginning, because
I can't keep waking up
on the wrong side of life"
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I don't normally enjoy this style, but ahh, this is just lovely!