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The doors creak out stories of
every minute I've spent
racing the thoughts in my head
& every time you've smoothed away
my surgery scars
to a fresh finish
like the drywall
you've spent the past
eighteen months
perfecting.
Each time I skulk around the
cob-web tapestries
in the hallways
I can feel all the bar nights
when you held my head
over the side of the freeway—
my lipstick smeared across
both our cheeks
& our shapes highlighted
like deformed saints
by lunar carelessness.
Now I've hidden them
under the rugs
with the black widow corpses
& overtired dreams—
they can keep their diction
to themselves & the shadow-black.
We don't need it now—
you're molding the house
to hold the spiritual currency
we've evolved into—
learning to purr at love
instead of hissing & playing
spitting games.
every minute I've spent
racing the thoughts in my head
& every time you've smoothed away
my surgery scars
to a fresh finish
like the drywall
you've spent the past
eighteen months
perfecting.
Each time I skulk around the
cob-web tapestries
in the hallways
I can feel all the bar nights
when you held my head
over the side of the freeway—
my lipstick smeared across
both our cheeks
& our shapes highlighted
like deformed saints
by lunar carelessness.
Now I've hidden them
under the rugs
with the black widow corpses
& overtired dreams—
they can keep their diction
to themselves & the shadow-black.
We don't need it now—
you're molding the house
to hold the spiritual currency
we've evolved into—
learning to purr at love
instead of hissing & playing
spitting games.
Literature
Everything I Can Never Say
I open my mouth to tell you;
close it.
Open. Close. Open. Close.
I'm faced with a challenging problem,
can't even begin to tell you--
And I know, baby, that I can tell you anything--
something that cannot be said
in three words?
I struggle with this everyday;
Telling you my heart is afloat,
in boats, on oceans, through turbulent storms
(Not really, but the feeling is indescribable).
You see,
I feel like I've known you for years;
being with you is like coming home.
The feeling of slipping my fingers into yours
Isn't anything new.
no- it's a rejoining of self;
My soul finding it's mate, in
Literature
Flicker II
My eyes flick up as they latch onto you like webs caught in the wind. In an instant I’m hexed, tied up with your whiskey blinks and misty southern breath. I’m breathing shallow, like woodwind with open holes; defective, and empty of melody. I take a drag, and watch as your eyes slip down from my lips and onto my neck, smoothing down to touch my waist as if you were stroking away creases, glitter; last night’s powder. You swipe back up my body and move closer, and with every one-second-step you make I count them like sheep, trying to lull my heart back into a transient flutter. Rule one: They are customers. Their feelings are
Literature
You say you love me
You say you love to hear me ramble, yet you always cut me off.
You say you want a future with me, yet you see no future for yourself.
You say you love to make me smile, yet you always make me cry.
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i've sort of been avoiding posting this...
i'm not quite sure why, but i have.
so,
it's best that i do it now--
half-asleep & listening to ridiculous music.
i'm not quite sure why, but i have.
so,
it's best that i do it now--
half-asleep & listening to ridiculous music.
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