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and here I am, reinterpreting the definable universe
in relation to you, the poet, and the gravitation
of your hips (the parentheticals of your sighs, the longing
in your star-ward cries, the vespertine scent lingering
on your weary skin).
I would love every piece of you. I would stay up too long
and watch the night crumble away, to whisper together
the scraps of your misdirected sanity. I would call you perfect
when it wasn’t true, and become the answer
you spent an entire existence
suffering for.
You owe me this, sugartongue; the sweet silence
of your teeth. [this story is like a million others
rejected before it, glorifying earthbound angels:
please]rewrite the world for me.
in relation to you, the poet, and the gravitation
of your hips (the parentheticals of your sighs, the longing
in your star-ward cries, the vespertine scent lingering
on your weary skin).
I would love every piece of you. I would stay up too long
and watch the night crumble away, to whisper together
the scraps of your misdirected sanity. I would call you perfect
when it wasn’t true, and become the answer
you spent an entire existence
suffering for.
You owe me this, sugartongue; the sweet silence
of your teeth. [this story is like a million others
rejected before it, glorifying earthbound angels:
please]rewrite the world for me.
Literature
Sun Child,
I am freezing
& I am hungry
for fever’s lips-
her inky fingers
purging
a dry stomach.
My body is an ocean,
my limbs, but oars.
My tongue & teeth,
a life raft
keeping this madness
from sinking into blue.
Offering up 102 degrees
of skin;
You would think
I had something to say.
Literature
stardust
i keep myself covered most days.
my waist is a melancholy echo of
the way he touched me 2 summers ago.
the way my right shoulder leans slightly lower
than my left is evidence of far too many misdemeanors.
the cracks decorating my ribcage are memories
of a brisk december morning when my pride
clawed its way out before i was ready.
i am not old; just soulful with the kind of passion
that flickers like the candles i light in lieu of all my
selfish prayers that i gave up expecting answers to.
all i need is someone who is willing to
open up my scars & sprinkle them with
stardust until they disappear.
Literature
shedding skin
i read somewhere
that our cells regenerate
every seven years
old ones die
and new parts bloom
destroying you
remaking you
and it’s now impossible
for me to be the person
i was ten years ago
no matter how much
i long for the ease of those
younger days
because that girl who
hunched over notebooks
in crowded trains
or behind backstage curtains
literally
physically
actually
doesn’t exist any more
so i have to just be
this person now
one my seven-years-ago-self
probably would have loved to be
because she believed
i’d have known how to
after seven years of shedding skin
pity none of those
regenerating cells
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Lou is bugged and shot up with drugs, he sweats this bird he hardly knows
All that he wants is to see someone he respects without their clothes
So like some hybrid mother slash lover she’d soothe and heal his wounds;
Kiss those dying ears so softly that the reaper stops to swoon
i sure write a lot of romance poetry lately, all things considered
Lou is bugged and shot up with drugs, he sweats this bird he hardly knows
All that he wants is to see someone he respects without their clothes
So like some hybrid mother slash lover she’d soothe and heal his wounds;
Kiss those dying ears so softly that the reaper stops to swoon
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Every time I read your poetry I just melt, woes and worries dissolve (at least for one brief moment), and I can just put myself into the moment of imagination given wings by your magnificent poetry.