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  • Birthday

    I’m dead with dying There is an eye I refuse to catch I was born with knowing I look and I listen and I discern I know You’ve caught my eye I’m not God But I know Tell me everything The bile and the filth and the worst, pour it All that will be left…

  • Knowing the Dead

    In a sleep, the wound wept its tears Bloodshed Seeped from itself without knowing But I knew I saw your death a million times before you did But then you said In a sleep, all around was death, death, dea th You knew bloodshed Wept for us both before I ever did

  • Pounding Posture Discharge

    Nasal discharge is carelessly swiped away on my wrist It’s sort of gross but I can’t reach the Kleenex and you know deep down more than allergies I suffer from laziness and besides I’m tired   Bad posture he says but he knows the weight in my chest bends me downward like ice on worn-out…

  • Knowing

    I feel a bubble and I know I have an ulcer in the space between my upper and lower jaws   A boy told me and seduced me yesterday with his diagnosis that I probably had a patellar femoral articulation injury in my knee   My first day volunteering and I was already bleeding under…

  • Inaudible, I Know

    Inaudible I know In their voices I know A sad, fierce look in their eyes I know   The problem with my hobby of suffering through heartache is that I remind others of their own past relationship traumas (a saving grace is most of them are in good, healthy relationships now). I’ve finally realized when…