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Your hands strike a boulevard
Between this place and a place by the sea
I dream slowly
And I drive fast
With a gun in my lap
And your voice stuck in my head

All you asked for was something interesting
Like a kiss at the door
Clothes on the floor

But now I’m tired
Let’s not make love here
Let’s not talk it out
Let’s just not speak at all

We’re both full of what this room is full of
I’ll do my best to look alive
As you sing into my mouth
No, I’m not tired of these songs

It’s a long drive from your parent’s house to the place you started calling home a year ago.

You chew gum to pass the time and sing along to radio songs like nobody’s listening, because nobody’s listening.

You wish you could be the first person to travel Mars, but then you realize you don’t know all that much about Mars and that other people might be more qualified for the adventure.

You realize the stars make sense but they are boring.

You wish you had something interesting to tell at work.

You turn to your phone and type:

“Throw me in the middle of things! Throw me to the ground and step over me! Slam the door in my face like you mean it. Just for once.”

Silly you…

Silly for reading the primers. Silly for knowing exactly how it works. Silly for being vocal about it. Silly for being the only one not invited. Silly for showing up anyway.

How could you say this is easy a year ago?

When you threw tiny bits of pavement on the pavement and smoked just to the pass the time on the back of a truck

Behind a 7-Eleven, thinking about how Prince’s cremated remains were placed into a custom, 3D printed urn shaped like Paisley Park estate.

You just don’t get it anymore.

So you sweat into your dad’s shirt with no intention of giving it back when suddenly

Someone arrives looking beautiful

And they throw you in the middle of things. They throw you to the ground and slam the door shut, because they mean it.

And you,
You watch them step over your body and it matters less and less.


I’m in your home.
I’ve been here before
I know this, I notice.

At the end of your room
there’s an armoire
it’s been there forever,
you just never really payed attention
it’s brown and battered
and this means history
and this means you’re not interested.

Inside I’ve carved a map for you
and left
chalk to trace it, spackle to erase it.
You should better get going.

X marks the spot where you find your golden gloves.
O marks the spot where you are crazed by the noise from above.

The line in between is where monsters are born,
meet me half way.
I’m always North.


Pick a hand: right.
This is my origami dreamboat
Fold the edges twice
And it will float for many miles
Until the night is over
Until this river falls.

Our shadows waltz
On walls and bruise
A seduction game we’re bound to lose.

Movements in gold as the doors are shut
A ghost of a smile as the sun comes up

Waters of Forgetfulness,
We down you in a gulp
Daybreak saved a plate for us
Red apples mashed to pulp.

Eyes closed with gold
A kingdom dressed in leather.

An exotic handshake.

And the promise of forever.

I put up a bench at the end of the field
So we can meet at the bench
And whisper things
We are afraid to say out loud.

Here is my mouth
There is yours.
We feed each other
Names and cures.
My body ends where
Yours begins.
Put my hand on your mouth
Put my mouth on your skin.

We walk
We walk
I keep repeating as I talk.

You nod politely.