“miss you”.
How it feels to deteriorate.
That I am two The kept in And the prison guard Who let me within.
Accountable Excision.
We rented a house with talking rooms, That cannot make a hallway conversation Instead the corridors revolve in procession, To […]
The Volley of Questionables.
In a conversation there is a ruse, Which operates in pairing two’s Whose attention is scant excused, To be dishonest […]
All I taste is raw.
Feeling like a burning in my Throat But not quite like my Heart Is surging up my jaw, But all […]
Duller with a polish.
We are shedding together The layers of my connection, Until I am openly alone In my coffin of callouses, Condoning […]
Decide without a side.
Mother of all mind weakness, Was maker of descent Into vice held dissent, Bedside to the indecent authority Beside & […]
Stage Left Has Left.
I realized then I was always Performing my life Not living in it.
The Cursive Friends.
We were founded in dual pursuits, Our unity in refusing to soothe Stumbling on redundant roots And aghast at surpassing […]
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