(2013)
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
bring me things to break myself upon till
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
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