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no
i haven't felt smaller than this before
and it could be
because i don't breathe poetry in
and out -
in
and out,
in
and out -
i write it under my eyebrows
with the precision
of a drunk sniper
toasted into admission
with irony s-st-tutter-ering
down his throat.
you wouldn't take a damned bullet for me.
beautiful is a word kept
for the rise
and fall
of her tidal chest,
not my shallow breath,
not my sunset, heartfelt,
hollow silhouette.
i would have disappeared
between your accusing index and
neglected thumb -
rub me,
rub me?
rub her
rub her
don't you feel calmer?
no
i haven't felt smaller than this
before.
i haven't felt smaller than this before
and it could be
because you found a home between
her stroking index and
comforting thumb -
i haven't forgotten,
no, i still remember
now twenty two penumbrae in the past
didn't stop me
from settling
in one of several crevasses
at the bottom of your oceanic mind;
you may have forgotten,
and slept in
on the details,
but i haven't,
not yet,
not yet.
i haven't felt smaller than this before.
i haven't felt smaller than this before
and it could be
because i don't breathe poetry in
and out -
in
and out,
in
and out -
i write it under my eyebrows
with the precision
of a drunk sniper
toasted into admission
with irony s-st-tutter-ering
down his throat.
you wouldn't take a damned bullet for me.
beautiful is a word kept
for the rise
and fall
of her tidal chest,
not my shallow breath,
not my sunset, heartfelt,
hollow silhouette.
i would have disappeared
between your accusing index and
neglected thumb -
rub me,
rub me?
rub her
rub her
don't you feel calmer?
no
i haven't felt smaller than this
before.
i haven't felt smaller than this before
and it could be
because you found a home between
her stroking index and
comforting thumb -
i haven't forgotten,
no, i still remember
now twenty two penumbrae in the past
didn't stop me
from settling
in one of several crevasses
at the bottom of your oceanic mind;
you may have forgotten,
and slept in
on the details,
but i haven't,
not yet,
not yet.
i haven't felt smaller than this before.
Literature
binge eating
i have a buildup
of black holes
suffocating my arteries,
having swallowed down
the bitter taste of too many
girls with galaxies traveling
the length of their spines.
i ate them in mouthfuls,
gaping & sad like a binge
reaching for the skies-
unable to hold them all in.
i don’t think the universe
is as vast
& wondrous
as it used to be,
thriving
between the
intercostal spaces
of my ribs;
i am hungry.
& with a collection
of moon sighs
as a reminder
in my pockets,
i will just have to learn
how to calm this swollen
indigo pulse
while eating.
Literature
.
here is a love story
in quiet words:
she pressed her hands to my heart
and her palms came away
dusty.
Literature
let's pretend this never happened
because honestly,
i don't know you and this was
just a big mistake, she says
very softly.
the morning sun peeks in
through the curtain as she pulls
on yesterday's shirt and i catch
my last glimpse of her thin
shoulder blades, protruding like
wings about to burst out of their
seams. she won't look at me.
the floor creaks with her weight
as she gathers her things. i've
already forgotten her eyes, wide
with wonder, and her lips, her
slender jawbone. i wish she
would turn around. i try to speak,
but words don't come.
her bare feet pad across the
room and she pauses in the doorway,
head turned to the side, as if listening,
perhaps to my h
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Love this...very very well done!