(no subject)
all these languages learned and traded and treated like loose change - speak to me of police states and calling cards, the drone of the dial tone, the sea-side towns i'll never see. & so it begins, & so cyclical so speak to me & split it in two. split it between us once me once you. here's your nuclear winter, the illicit confidence of your mother tongue silenced against my teeth. so sweetly forbidden in hidden rooms, tender as the longest day tastes of the unspoken. like the broken springs from some biological clockwork, you pull on the buttons of your shirt & wait to dream me free & so it begins. you face me as sudden & expected as sleep. split between us. we have to pull at the seams of the world.