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when i brew silence for one, it
gathers arched and unkindly,
stretching like camel skin over
a tambourine into the distant
sciamachy of mágoa, bubbling
at our transparent
surfaces.
do not
recidivate with me; if you
must, cater to my finifugal
genuflection.
i wait for yugen, breaking
my horizon with the vermillion
of your universe where
the cafuné we share over
sleepy cups of dormiveglia,
is no longer a privilege but
the resfeber that settles
and sinks till it is permanent.
as i harvest silence on my own, i still
watch brontide after brontide
escape the nooks of your half-
perpendicular jaw, dreading
the war your metanoia might entail
and set aflame. do not
watch my nefelibata wanderings
with scrutiny; i may succumb
to drinking sleep out of syrup
bottles, finding peace in obeying
all eleven books in my library
a stowed away tacenda.
gathers arched and unkindly,
stretching like camel skin over
a tambourine into the distant
sciamachy of mágoa, bubbling
at our transparent
surfaces.
do not
recidivate with me; if you
must, cater to my finifugal
genuflection.
i wait for yugen, breaking
my horizon with the vermillion
of your universe where
the cafuné we share over
sleepy cups of dormiveglia,
is no longer a privilege but
the resfeber that settles
and sinks till it is permanent.
as i harvest silence on my own, i still
watch brontide after brontide
escape the nooks of your half-
perpendicular jaw, dreading
the war your metanoia might entail
and set aflame. do not
watch my nefelibata wanderings
with scrutiny; i may succumb
to drinking sleep out of syrup
bottles, finding peace in obeying
all eleven books in my library
a stowed away tacenda.
Literature
Drizzling
The grey glaze of a
pre-dawn chorus —
blackbirds,
and an overcast aubade.
Literature
the anticlimax
snapshot of a stained-glass tsunami
changing its mind
hanging over the coastal town
and retreating to its kennel
swimmers see beginnings
of a rainbow
its baby rattle of a roar
swarovski
Literature
abash
he told me that
he didn’t want to be married in a church because
churches were too holy and he was
probably going to hell anyway,
and he was probably scared of a
god that never answered his prayers and shit.
he didn’t want to be married anyway,
even though his
girlfriend of two years turned fiancee
within a couple months of knowing me.
i wonder if they’re gonna get married or not.
i wonder if they’re gonna start the
family never wanted. or at least that's
what he told me.
i wonder if she’s gonna be the blushing bride-
no wait,
that’s me,
because she was always a strong character and i was
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(n.) a kind of psychological exoskeleton that can protect you from pain and contain your anxieties, but always ends up cracking under pressure or hollowed out by time—and will keep growing back again and again, until you develop a more sophisticated emotional structure, held up by a strong and flexible spine, built less like a fortress than a cluster of treehouses.
"my library has ____ books" is the title of one of my all-time favourite Anis Mojgani's poems. i may or may not have been calming myself with indiefeed podcasts.
"my library has ____ books" is the title of one of my all-time favourite Anis Mojgani's poems. i may or may not have been calming myself with indiefeed podcasts.
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