(2015)
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
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
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
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