(2014)
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.
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
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...
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
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