memory sends rivulets in slalomdown her spine, belligerent skeins spin awayfrom fingers tangling twine instead of touch,attends or attends? move or move on tostep into the painting over a crib,rocking in the wake of loveless lossbending timber to a pestilent point;splinters hop on high into irate iris,negligence finds just desserts deserted.but a rusted spoon, she […]
crisscrossing such full of probes who full of magnitude with each adheres: even before how to bend in several directions since adjusts in outerletting – the heavy as though he rode full of our fibres full of each others’ toward-the-germ-line, one after for you thereby enabled in habit and discarding his soothened like full of
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There are many meshed and just enough, so in their brittle wakefulness molluscs that lumped. Cancerous behind their voices. Shook their shadows before the slough-off began in earnest. Rolling out horsedark, heat with too much mouthing as to breed thin annihilates the rest of our habit-retition. Bodies that tick and thousands that are sounding celestial
Take a walk off a short pier.Why don’t youTake a running leap off the dockWell the short sharp shockWon’t kill you.If you shoot first ask laterIn a while, alligatorYou learn toExcise cliché, leave only raw meaningSkinned redStripped of its significationAnd therefore worthless.
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I’m 19 and it’s mid-afternoon on a Sunday. Or maybe it’s 8pm. I have to be the storyteller now. Make love out of history. THE LOVE YOU WANT SO BADLY IS ALREADY WITHINYOU. YOU ARE IT. YOU HAVE BEEN IT SINCE YOUWERE BORN. YOUR MOM SAID, “WHEN I HAD YOU, I FOUND THELOVE I HAD
Gesticulating ginger roots to knuckle-bones in rivers scrapedof solitude sallow and sinkingfeeling sends moonshine minglingflexing her fingers in jugscharcoal chisels sentience into itchyrays peddling pith and prowesspressing spoons to fluttering lidsladen with lentils and mildewsatiating the supplicant snail
instead florida palms and pines,home sits in grid-rows of asphalt shingles and gleaming canals,no grand mountains, no ancient valleys.home is young and foreign––like me, sometimes,who was born on this soil but sidelined to kick the dirt.i dug for roots and found only earthworms,i buried acorns and no great oaks emerged,not in this lifetime.but i loved
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These smithereens I – our little segmentations, clearly visible, emerges as human bodies, as the mood to fill your apartment with liquid and enjoy the city straightjacket-ed (our apparatus of production), which can only swift over dissilence narrowest at the shy white nothingness, some morphogenesis of k-drips mustering glassed perceptions all ourselves at 131 McCormack,
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It’s been three months since you left,and I’m lying on my back in thegrass, picturing your crag-toothed slot-canyon grin, mybody pouring into the coldempty sky and wistfullywarming some far-away world. As the frost slinks across mybones, I am circumcised. My well-worn voicetears at the night, fingers scrapingacross the star-brightsky. But still you whisper in the
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