

poison ivy facepincushion heart your holes exude awkward love an awkward fightpoison ivy face
you broke a lot of little arms fucked up a lot of faces a few of your own
you followed a siren into the sea a desperate gallop almost died i almost killed you
born ugly elephant baby broken, bruised your hands open little fingernails of courage
tumbling from the womb, fat arms ready for love


goodnight heavy headunzippered i drape my spinegoodnight heavy head
across the bed
dust my mouth:
"you cannot hurt me anymore. you play your raw music for the moon like a dog"
-you dip your lips into my neck like a pool of night sadness tiny breath chunks flying.-
yes, right now i'm the sun
and the sun is going to sleep.


coming aroundi know the face of habit if i know a face an even tundra of melon shapes and a knack for garden-dwelling and heavy blundercoming around
&.
i wonder how long the crow might saunter before the train but trust they are clever as they are under the willow tree sky in the last giggles of the sun
&.
when i stand my fingertips up so tall and twirl with the rivulets of a stream the doe do not run away
because the grass is wet and we are starving


seeing PerseidsI want you in the dark watching stars fallseeing Perseids
not balancing the distance between another arm's embrace
I want you on the hard ground in the middle of the lake
my hips' width pressed against your length
[our sitting setting center stage]
I want you in so many appropriate inappropriate ways
I can't help
I want us all entangled limbs
lost (in) ourselves
I am pretending it is in a literal,
scrooge mcduck swimming in his money
type of way.
thank you, lovely.
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an antique arms and armor expert
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an antique arms and armor expert
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an antique arms and armor expert
thank you for the favorites
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an antique arms and armor expert
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an antique arms and armor expert
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"Are you making fun of us?"
"It's the universe that makes fun of us all."
"Why would the universe that makes fun of us all?"
"I dunno, maybe it's insecure."
I suggested you for one months ago,
but looks like they went with a different piece.
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an antique arms and armor expert
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The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
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