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"for sale: baby shoes, never worn"
a brief remark to miami's flotsam and jetsam. andres talks to the city. animal husbandry for the fairer species. break ups and sweet revenge. elvis costello and the first girl i thought i loved. five hundred miles apart we've lived. i force poetry. instead, kneel. the divorce. the importance of circumstance, date, and time. the nuptial hour. the stench of reconciliation. the threeness of things. the threeness of things (II). the way the world is spent. why they used to preach in latin. you kiss with childish desperation. 2007 2006 2005 home |
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it was hallows eve, and devilish. i said "kiss me raw, concrete, kiss me two-faced," he said, "tow me home." third-it, baby-cakes, i love you godawful. i think you're gorgeous unfaithful. i find your eyelids panel-patterned i spill your absolut. incumbent, they tell me, rotten-rooted to my heartstrings. he says "marry me," and i claimed to know his capillaries' every mile. o dollface, hit these ringing chords in rhythm, i want these deadcells living livid i want you name-scratching territorial, scraping at my skin. but the pockets of your shirt hold no solution, this sunrise runaway vagabond, we've undressed on stairwell tip-tops "give it ninth this time," he tells me "i'll sleep inside the ghostship of your room." "marry me," i've inked it on his henna skin, "i'll size you tiny for the sweetest ring." i smell it dirty in his desperation coming lonely from his breath, o baby, pin me up the ribs and kiss me dry. |