I don't feel as if I have aged,
as if I have grown
as if I have simply frozen and waited
as if staying immobile would make a difference

I love you like hair in my mouth

how does this work? I don't remember, it's been so long, don't worry about it ( Read more... )

shadows melt from your breast, slivering tongues form words, your eyelids wink and shiver, I inhale ( Read more... )

onomatopoetic sounds,
moans,
food items,
intangible nouns,
electronic brand names,
tongues your larynx can't handle,
NASA missions,
your own name,
Twilightprecious metals ( Read more... )

there is a boy, I think, and he is beautiful and confusing and, most importantly, not mine. what is new? I think of showing up on his doorstep, walking in, pushing him against a refrigerator, cold off-white ceramic, a movie set. my mind thinks thoughts so strong I wince as I taste them, a powerful, coaxing muscle ( Read more... )

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years passed. I want to rabidly scrub and gingerly tweeze you, dead particles, useless matter, foreign bodies, from the swollen wounds in my skin. gaping wounds are synapses - gaping wounds are cleavages - they are synonyms for nothingness and absences. maybe I should have dulled the pain long ago, so it would have been over by now. I cannot remove ( Read more... )

I anticipate the day I will savor your name on my taste buds and trap it in the roof of my mouth. I do not say it out loud in fear of it scarring the lip I bite often enough. I often curl, into the fetal position, a roly poly, in case I might hear it twice. this is when I remember how to scream. I take precautions, in case your name might echo. the ( Read more... )