(2014)
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
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cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
bring me things to break myself upon till
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
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