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Last night, when the wind whipped like straw upon a slave's back, the moon was off-center & the North Star shone in the south. The sun, hollowed by the moon's misdirection, did not know when to rise, so I stayed in bed all day sheet-sick with the ferment of promises that yesterday delivered. The dusk perched early that day, while the sun assessed its newfound vacancy, & I assessed the dulling, weighted, tumbling, ache beneath my lungs.

crashing wooden doors with peach curtains clank upon the ripe peel of my laughter blue and ready to burst with innocence like the boy whose breath stopped short - in the hours of the night when Death is playing cards and praying for one of a kind he was buried beneath the crumbles of earth - fresh like the life that couldn't be saved and the tears that couldn't be stopped wet the dirt as the clank of church bells skinned my ears - until a bloody mass left only the small bones to listen for th...

I know that if I were To dance across the wet grass My movements would light up your face As if the energy created were connected To coiled wires in your mouth. Slowing to a graceful step I would kneel Beneath the bend of your back To collect The petals that drip like rich wine From the stem of your spine I think you’re a perennial, Destined to bloom more than once. You and I will have many seasons.

your breath reeks of love i had a notion she would make you drunk can I dare to be your sober beacon the lighthouse brought every sailor to her shores betrayal never clouded her light from the men dancing upon waves your tears are full of salt maybe your oceanic remorse is sincere (please) the warmth of my cheek will dry the sting

I feel the most lonely in a crowded room. The gas station attendant sits on a crate, Gives me a silent nod and my change. Does he wake to the sun and nothing else? A cantaloupe falls to the floor and lies In a puddle of brain fluid. No, wait. That was the head of a martyr. He too stood alone. And when Billie Holiday is your only friend You don’t need the girl reading Robert Frost in The corner. She can’t sing the blues. The gas station attendant returns to his crate. There isn’t room for two....