(2013)
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
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
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
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