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the sinus drip of stifling air and
grimy windows as we sip on humidity,
no names allowed, anonymous in its sin
hidden in a truck stop bathroom,
the heat, the sweat—
flies are sucked down a drain,
his skin gives off the smell of a tattoo
and I recognize this puma is no ink blot,
a thimble-full burns my eyes— I bare
my teeth, to have him here right now,
a cracked mirror fractures the image
showing the act multiple times, as
more than one of him.
I don't care at this moment when he
presses my back to the floor
and I'm just as wet
grimy windows as we sip on humidity,
no names allowed, anonymous in its sin
hidden in a truck stop bathroom,
the heat, the sweat—
flies are sucked down a drain,
his skin gives off the smell of a tattoo
and I recognize this puma is no ink blot,
a thimble-full burns my eyes— I bare
my teeth, to have him here right now,
a cracked mirror fractures the image
showing the act multiple times, as
more than one of him.
I don't care at this moment when he
presses my back to the floor
and I'm just as wet
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tread quiet, tread deep
night is the stale scent
of collected breaths
leaving the light on
in spite of despising it
the almost never silent
the blood
and the body
hope is a half-truth
hope lies in hiding it
the days rest their weight
in the lines of your face
imperfect permanence
they age
and they ache
skin's a scribbled-on postcard
sincere and unsent
and a memory's
forever
(where you left it)
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Don't
Don't tell me to get over it
As though that took so little wit
Contempt in your rolling eyes
Primacy poorly disguised
Don't order me to suck it up
For I drink from a bitter cup
You ask why I can't just 'move on'
But all my forward thrust is gone
Don't say that it's just a phase,
I still can't see past this maze.
The little fissure those eyes see
A chasm meant to swallow me
Don't claim that you can empathize
It reeks of haughtiness and lies
And all your pretty banal words
Swirl around like feral birds
You seem sure that their pecking
Makes my mind so much tougher
But that which doesn't kill
Will only make me suffer
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baby drilled
if the sun still
shines then the
moonlight's lies
and
good
chose
evil when
god chose
sides since
then
we've been repeating
what the rain said
spray the earth's
bones
into the bay
let them make
homes
in the riverbed
pool like
blood
where they
sink
back
to black
like spilt
ink
pores absorb
the poison
her
thirsty skin
drinks
who
thinks
with one hand
recitin'
what the other
hand's writin'
another open
wound
to let
the night in
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12/03/15: reformatted and renewed, breathing life back into this piece - enjoy!
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Very steamy, and the last line really drives it home. Can't say I feel the same about the location, though