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The Ashes

I saw your face among the bodies
Canadian Pacific by Kirstine Dieckmann

23

So, 23 / what an age / what a place to be / nevermind the years / I can move mountains / in my sleep / the same as when I was / 13 / the fu…

syllables

peeling back layers (and layers) / until you have sun on your hips

peeling oranges

you keep peeling oranges because it’s something to do with your hands

starry-eyed

dilated pupils and stains from circle-jerks / shaking hands and hoping for favors

Honeycoat

I’ve heard egyptians believed / honey heals wounds / yet you looked horrified / when I dripped bees / onto your skin

demolition

I think of demolition / as something that happens to other people / before they can call the police

fingerless pianist

I expected / to fall in love with your hands
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Sister

you are a loving sister, you are the hands of god,

Unprovoked

You draw a circle in the sand / and I have to step inside of it / just to provoke / to let you know there’s no space / around you / …

Of Volcanoes and Women

Volcano. Ash flood. / I’m a goddamn pyromaniac / you’re stuck in the mud / everything you thought would remain / is on fire / I…

the sky goes dark blue, the sea goes black

the ground would never / open up and swallow you whole / that takes persuasive digging / I’m told / but the ocean would / take you in…

Psychalgia

imagine putting a hook on a string, / casting it out and catching it / on my nerve system

they have words for sadness (but not in this lang…

say: “can you feel this hollow / in a regular body”

stained lips

sweet, salty oblivion

the dead man won’t know

but a grave’s not a grave / till there’s a dead man in it

TRUTH! Expires: Never

make it a murder and you can slice / a new beginning

Ball Pin

you’re a map and they’re pinpointing all the places to go

Extra Ordinary (A Kiss)

tender hands / on fragile if’s

holes in the ground

bury me deep, bury me good

Sprained wrist, bruised back

‘No’, you say, and you dare look me in the eye, ‘No not a thing’

Naked

a terrifying trap, these / two bodies colliding

Perhaps

and it’s mostly a candid photo / it’s a blur and it’s a mess

Bloodred

and here’s my bloodred fingertips / on my dead man’s lips

Snap

So you must feel a cold snap of jealousy / I say snap / because it is a snap / Snap Snap / it goes / Snap / What should I do? / Snap / Reac…

Beautiful Autumn

I think the leaves stole the heat / and turned to fire before my eyes.

Loverbirds

A thrill to kiss / we cease to exist / Moments of time / passing us by
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