(2014)
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
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