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i.
if you ever said
you were sorry, i think
i would believe you. but
i know you only apologize
into corners. you peer
cautiously through raven strands,
expecting crows to nest in your hair
and not know the difference.
ii.
we have reconnected; you pour
your heart out to me
across the shag tundra. i
pause my words just behind
my teeth. i know
you grow tired of waiting.
iii.
i have written circles
and circles around you
in acrid ink, and i like
to tell myself this is because
you do not deserve
my words. but really
it is that i will probably
dissolve into salt and crimson
threads on contact. you still
whisper with my bones beneath my skin.
iv.
you do not deserve me,
or him, or especially
her. but princesses
have a way of flexing
the world around their
silver spoons. it will
definitely sting, though,
when the elastic snaps.
v.
i have not heard from you,
and i think you may
be gone. you are not sobbing pillowcases
bloody anymore. you are resting against
the seattle seashells, lilting patterns
across crystal-perfect skin. i
have to imagine you at peace
so i can bear to imagine you
at all.
if you ever said
you were sorry, i think
i would believe you. but
i know you only apologize
into corners. you peer
cautiously through raven strands,
expecting crows to nest in your hair
and not know the difference.
ii.
we have reconnected; you pour
your heart out to me
across the shag tundra. i
pause my words just behind
my teeth. i know
you grow tired of waiting.
iii.
i have written circles
and circles around you
in acrid ink, and i like
to tell myself this is because
you do not deserve
my words. but really
it is that i will probably
dissolve into salt and crimson
threads on contact. you still
whisper with my bones beneath my skin.
iv.
you do not deserve me,
or him, or especially
her. but princesses
have a way of flexing
the world around their
silver spoons. it will
definitely sting, though,
when the elastic snaps.
v.
i have not heard from you,
and i think you may
be gone. you are not sobbing pillowcases
bloody anymore. you are resting against
the seattle seashells, lilting patterns
across crystal-perfect skin. i
have to imagine you at peace
so i can bear to imagine you
at all.
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
Literature
consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
Literature
Storm
STORM
You threaten, "You won't do it."
Lightning flashes across my mind:
The storm is coming.
Fearful tears blur my vision.
Lightning flashes across my mind,
Filling me with defiance.
Angry tears blur my vision.
Rain pelts down around us,
Filling me with defiance.
Your threats are harmless, like wisps of cloud.
Rain pelts down around us.
Thunder fills your voice, but
Your threats are harmless, like the rain.
You watch storm clouds gather in my eyes.
Thunder fills your voice, but
I turn away unafraid.
You watch storm clouds gather overhead.
You say, "You won't do it."
I walk away, unafraid:
The storm is coming.
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