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Hand me your simplest emotion, I’de kiss it on the chest
and hold onto it like a rosary that lost its religion
the hollowed caves you mined in my skull have turned cold
in the bitter frost of absence, there are no diamonds here.
you took my only coals, and now I’m knitting back together
these loose strands of mortified devotion, I’de allow
these knots to overcome themselves, if only I could give up
on the sun to greet the winter, but I’ve never known a bed that
didn’t once turn warm on the other side and I’ll never know
if perhaps, you’ll return for the spring.

Safe

I am consistent reiteration

following strands of yarn that disappear

into reluctant sleep

I am an easy sentence

that should have been picked apart

settling our bones into that eroded wooden haven

we so wrongly slept in at night

I’d leave this patch of certainty

a pale green aura

of an empty kitchen table

if we could stop staring down

each others mouths

every time we spoke.

Silent

Why is it made so tedious

The conversation never spoken

Heavy it hangs, dripping atmosphere

Slowly down our huddled backs

A violet nought, futile to define

Coerce me ever violent

Cull the air between our bodies

And tie the space into knotts

My mouth is gaping as if

To inhale every word

You never uttered

Water Song

we're the sound water makes

when it's running from something

the heedless gurgle, you and I

the callous mass, so easy, so fleeting it

flows, in and out, rising into a quiet mist

a fog, I could never catch or quite

fully understand, how something so

vulnerable came forth from the

flowing watery roar

nothing left un-smoothed, no rock

hard-edged, no tree branch un-broken

we're nature left in constant dispute

a true victory of violence so soft

so subtle, no mountain could outweigh

the terrible sound of water

Naked

I have seen you naked
in a sense. I could trace the
contours of your body, to the last
blue vein in your palm, but I
never knew the shape of your
mind, I suppose there is
only so much skin can say
before our brains begin
to speak louder, I guess
your naked chest never
spoke to me the way your
heart palpitations
murdered me.

We the depraved

I drank that last glass, for us, because we're all so afraid
we make people like us by feeding them inaccuracies
it's odd how much we praise self-loathing as if
loving something is a concept altogether too fragile
for our unforgiving bones, we've strangled that word enough
straining it thin through beatnik lust fingers
Oh we the depraved! If only we could muster the bravery
to cut off these hands that only chase trails of smoke
like our bodies were vaguely limbs branching off the grey haze


I spent all my waking time decorating for a wedding that
never existed, now I keep all of my windows locked
and sentences in fragments

Of Downpour

I found peace of mind in a traffic accident
broken skin is hardly a problem

when your brothers all sleep
with their faces covered

now I can’t find motivation to fold my eyes
when you told me moths fly through rain

dodging every drop, how
terrifying