messy stars

[leftover_curry]

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I come in surrogacy,
a pregnant throat in webs,
miscarrying words
Like "I, love, you"

I shouldered it
Instead, ant-crawled and nail-scribbled
"Love me, please" into the paling
marble stairs, then cracked the sunrise on paper.

As the hours passed, the paper darkened.

I came in salted, surfed the starboard,
caught in a zugzwang,
I drew lines of your biology
in the lower cabin

How the library days held forests,
and the economy of leaves shriveled madly

Strewn we sewed the words we wouldn't dare to speak.

Ink drops
like honey

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