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I watch the origami sky
unfurl
with scowling crab
grass knives growing through the
seams in my skull
A mother's hand to her mother's head:
I smooth out her wrinkles, creases,
and smile
This story my bones well know
washes over me
The clouds split
their underbellies giving
birth
to legs
Their screams pool in my ears
Each day and the next and the next and so
Dark times imbed themselves under vast plains of skin
plains of skin that light won't seek
and it doesn't
For who keeps a
count but
God
unfurl
with scowling crab
grass knives growing through the
seams in my skull
A mother's hand to her mother's head:
I smooth out her wrinkles, creases,
and smile
This story my bones well know
washes over me
The clouds split
their underbellies giving
birth
to legs
Their screams pool in my ears
Each day and the next and the next and so
Dark times imbed themselves under vast plains of skin
plains of skin that light won't seek
and it doesn't
For who keeps a
count but
God
Literature
trick-or-treat until i'm blind
the single life is like this:
there's so much eye candy,
my vision's gone diabetic.
sweet talk, sugar rush.
damn, my eyelids must
be shrinking. too tight.
i'd tap that. another
six hundred calories.
i think i just found my main course.
Literature
stomached
you blush and bruise
with sidewalks, stones,
the quiet doorways in your thighs
and the weight of your purple
tongue against mine
(a carnival of teeth)
if you swallowed the moon
with your agate jaws,
you could not be more nacreous
or divine
Literature
Sacrilege.
The first time I met you, we walked down the railroad
tracks hand in hand, and I let you break all my fingers,
one by one. "There's beauty in pain," you said, and you
were in my bloodstream, a drug dancing through my brain.
God, for you I wanted to be beautiful, I wanted to be
magnificent. In the dark of my room, you cut me open and
tore me apart, planting poison in my chest like a bird cage,
until there was a fluttering new fear that would fill me up.
I asked you once if you were the devil, but you laughed and
showed me the holes in your hands and the hollow in your eyes.
"I want to be saved," I begged, and you etched the Lord's
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"Sometimes it's hard to say
Even one thing true
When all eyes have turned aside
They used to talk to you
And people on the streets seem to disapprove
So you keep moving away
And forget what you wanted to say"
Even one thing true
When all eyes have turned aside
They used to talk to you
And people on the streets seem to disapprove
So you keep moving away
And forget what you wanted to say"
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