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  • My Best Warm and Fuzzy Poem Yet

    that time of year when lips get chapped I stretch them taunt so the skin rips apart finally giving way to flaps that can be painfully torn away

  • Welcome

    If I wished at all I’d be content from here on From now until then   It was cold out, and he came to cook for me. The warmth of the oven did not compare to the warmth in my feet and gut. We pretended to work together as an excuse to get closer, him…

  • Unfinished Weather

    I know he’s worried about impending ice I’m worried about the inevitability of it all the end and all the rest   I’m trying to catch the plane train to see her before she goes and the weather closes in

  • A Little Ditty of Rumination

    I feel goo and the thought of you in the back of my throat I try to shallow and choke it down   to no avail   My stomach is sick and your bullshit was thick as honey or tar and it sticks to me   still   **Note to reader: boredom is fodder for…

  • Maybe Doubt

    Maybe it’s true Maybe it is all or nothing with me my weary, obsessive mind can be calmed if he’d just do it reach out to me soothe me so I can retreat return to not caring either way   I wonder am I just like you hard and cold conficted and self-destructive in my…

  • Creationism

      I tell my friend some people, you just can’t help they’re projecting on you all the things they can and can’t see in themselves that you’re like them or different or approximately equal to or greater than or less than who what they are I tell him you can change your perspective but you can’t…

  • Untitled

    Slighted again Flaws brought to light again I am a living, breathing antithesis-stress theory Give me innate despair Give me environmental distress Watch me break apart I rip in two and rip into two more Exponential misery  

  • A Thank-You

    *For bcb, for real.   I think when I die one of the things I’ll miss most is you.   I love that the whole world is an inside joke (for us, between us) that never goes stale.   

  • Progress

    Progress has been made when the color he loved doesn’t automatically  remind me of him Progress when pea green can just be a pretty color         again Progress when lime doesn’t force the echoes of         I have no affection to give you to ring in my         ears Progress when I lay me down…

  • Autumn of My Youth

    the leaves are red turning brown dying down the wind blows a little less fresh my cheeks are paler now instead of thickening my skin is becoming thin my dreams and disappointments more transparent with each intake of breath there’s a shudder of fear that nothing will come out where youth ends life life is…