(2014)
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
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
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
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