(2015)
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
bring me things to break myself upon till
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
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