(2015)
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
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STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you