Personal matters
‘We’re the same’, Teetering on edges of lines, I ca… And you say again ‘we are the same… Conflating words, Of an honest one,
I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
Last Night. Was the first night I had a thous… Perforating with tender thoughts i… Last Night. Was the the first night, in my lif…
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,
I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.
You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.