fishbowl eyesher mascara streams down her face, like leaking octopus ink and I wonder what it tastes like
extinct, i won’t forget youDinosaur, I still miss you.
Spider legsI flicked something out from in between my teeth this morning and there it was; another thought, another piece of you
astronomy for the heartstar
fetchyou don’t play with me anymore
Charlie was hereI liked to sit in the magnolia tree on the front lawn, surrounding myself with the contradiction of beauty and desolation.
the one thing called desireThis is like Magma.
miss nebulosityI saw her in the sky; shaped like a cloud, she was laying on her back, without underpants, her legs spread wide open.
LUSTtell me something / I don’t know / is it better? / damn I miss you
passagepretending to be a dark shadow
inkacross your spine
ScoutYou’re blue around the mouth and the rope is too tight and you need to loosen up and spit it out and sit and talk and let me build you a sw…
KnuckleheadShe understands what the ink across his knuckles means.
Dalia the goddessher pig shoes get lost underneath the dirty brown couch
If you were my reptilebelly to the underground
skidwe are each a baroque burnout
the guts of this fishI can’t clean up after myself
The One.The shoes still have the mud on them.
the trouble with touchingit needs eradicating
HoleThe stench of asshole permeates through these streets and it sticks to you and changes you.
breathing under the water of myselfI am watching you; wave.
the love buttonsIt is often the things you don’t see which are the most beautiful
stormrun you little tornado run
too early for trainsshe doesn’t catch my drift
Runawayno thumping / jumping / walloping / or whacking / against walls / and doorways / and down that shitty staircase / that he loved best
this gander muscle, all pumping and crackingit reminds me
against the edges of meMy heart is like a burnt out heap, she sleeps and eats and breathes underneath where it’s deep and I wonder when it will leave.
FlutterShe’s a moth, that girl; with butterfly eyelashes and her wings made of difference.
more than once, your sonarParts of me remain: the acoustic of that time.
like a twig in the beak of a bird who should’ve k…Let me feed you, the worms of everyone else’s disgust.
dirt wordsa bitter taste has crawled out of the garden and into her mouth
barefootThe tips of my shoes are like tigers / my brown rubber soles are the eyes
headless cowsblood smells
Dangling AnklesI sat on the edge of the world
breath for dandelionthis garden is a jungle
I could slam into youThere’s a lot of trust in the world.
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