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I will
pick a few fevers in time
hand-written notes, calm jaunts
through straw-lipped nights
drawn only by the earth's rotation
erosive warmth
blushed onto layers of skin
ready to be shed,
ready to be traced
over by a finger's edge
and one day, burst
pick a few fevers in time
hand-written notes, calm jaunts
through straw-lipped nights
drawn only by the earth's rotation
erosive warmth
blushed onto layers of skin
ready to be shed,
ready to be traced
over by a finger's edge
and one day, burst
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
no room
I am so full of me
there is no room
for you in here.
You can be out
there, alongside me,
but there is no room in here.
The hotel is full.
I am the Anna Madrigal
of my own soul.
So you be you
and I will be me.
If there is connection,
I will cherish it.
If there is not,
I will not miss it.
This does not diminish
my love and devotion,
nor your own to me.
It just makes it real.
Literature
Split
Run nails down my
arm; I won't let you under
my skin anymore
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i love that this is titled dormancy,
and ends with burst. the anticipation enough is fury
and ends with burst. the anticipation enough is fury