1130

When I lay under you
I never have to move
because it is sooth-
 ing being inside you 
if I never ate again
I would be fine with
that, dearest friend
because you leave me
feeling full and I'm
able to be satiated.
I am reminded of the
way in which you can
kiss deeply into the
one spot in my neck,
where bone meets all
sinew, flesh, and...
I start to miss home
 while I'll miss your 
caress, I still know
that there is where,
for now, I do belong

 

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1030

If I ate my own fingers
To spite the hand that feeds me
What would it even mean?
Drinking alcohol and cyanide
To hide a bitter Rhea-tide
At an altar, cold wet and white
I greet my new gods and lords.
Who created the watchmen anyway?

(it wasn’t me)

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0930

I was
f
 i
  l
   t
    h
     y
once but
I never forgave me.
Into the dumpster
I go.
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0830

If ships sailed
on lips instead
of seas I would
know if I ended
at your skinned

dock to flutter
in the breeze
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0730

I wish I could make something
That would make people cry
From love and from heartache
From the sheer size
Of emotions inside them
Without knowing why.
Just knowing, “this did it”
“This made my tears fly.”

I guess I don’t relate
The way others do.
What I find profound,
They seem to think is taboo.
What I find droll,
Are the things their brains stew.
I miss feeling
Like I have a clue.

Other people are boxes
With buttons to press.
I know the combinations
I learned them in class.
But it doesn’t feel real.
Manipulation is crass.
So I curl up inside me
Because that seems best.

I’ll continue to make things
Where I like the style;
Things I’ll find later
When I’m cleaning out piles
Of garbage and trash, where they belong
Even though they make me smile.
Because the truth is, I’m someone
And my tears are worthwhile.

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0630

Sneezing
is pleasurable
once or twice.
But three times?
ACHOO!
I sneeze at you.

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0530

Sometimes I cry
when I feel good.
Sometimes I cry
when I feel bad.
Sometimes I cry
because I don’t feel

I don’t know which I prefer.

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0430

Rolling
Rolling Rolling
Rolling Rolling Rolling
Rolling

Road trips
Life trips
Once now again
I’m busy y’all.
Sorry?

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0330

Blow it up
Set the world alight
Turn what’s wrong into right
By starting anew
Eat some pizza
Cry your tears
Call a hookup
Read up on peers
Spread your legs
To assuage your fears
If you don’t think
It doesn’t come true
If you don’t know
You’ll be able to do
Something
Drink up
It’s coming

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0230

Can’t wait to leave.
All that I’ve gained is
Lost
In the shuffle of the things I’ve packed or
Forgotten
Or would
Rather
Not remember
In the first place.
After I go home, I’ll think about it more.

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