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The TV is screaming at me
in the voice of people turning twenty one
while I dream of manspreading
my way into everyone’s life
to cover more ground
and take more than I need
just because
I can

It’s excessive behavior week
and I’m the Belladonna of this shit

I try to forget the too white sheets
and order some of the stretchiest attire
available online

Yes I still think of you
and how you would
count your blessings
using all your fingers
the gray nails the red nails the black nails
the too white sheets all year
and I would pull my hand out of a bag of chips
to mirror your movements
and immediately realize
the softest hands
I could ever imagine
are my own

 

This might be the start of something newvent
so we ask each other questions
like do you know this band
what would your dream house look like
and is your dad still alive
I shake my head
you cry a little
we smoke in bed
and drink from the same glass
your tongue carves pet names into my neck
and I cringe a little
while hair’s falling to the ground beneath me
yesterday’s socks on the ground beneath me
I put them on again
just watch me.

 

I’m kissing half a million birds when I kiss you
how much could you take
from the corners of my mouth
and will you put it back again
I want it back again

I glow in the dark when I’m with you
and you laugh
for twenty minutes
with your head back
on the remote

Calendars make sense when I miss you
and wrap myself in arms
the size of cranes
THOSE YELLOW MONSTERS
I can’t believe
you considered climbing

Would you go all the way with me
if there was no harm in falling?

Please tape my hands to your ribs
no this is not a fetish girl
I just want to
be part of something
I can’t control

And read my lips all you want now
the man in the mirror is sewing his mouth shut
and he’s like halfway done.

Eventually all birds must land.

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Sirens from the distance remind you all this
might have been a mistake
as you spray flawless pentagrams
onto the gravel at the highway turnaround.

The cops don’t stand a chance
if you walk the devil on a leash.

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I hear you breathe through the walls
we’ve painted not too long ago
three layers in two days
Will this be enough paint?
It should do for now.
it never did
though I’ve been waiting for
your breathing to soften
like meat in teeth
it never did

                                                  there’s no paint left
and white is not even a real color

                                                         I know that now