I'd put your entire body in my mouth. Not all at once, but
a slow devouring. I'd start with the edges, and I wouldn't
be gentle because if you walked through that door I'd know…
I have not washed for days. I cannot part with the stench of you. I cannot sluice the stains. We are raw before the jar, ripe before the knife. Rind me. Bite me against my teeth. Raise the roof of my lips. Rouse me where meadow ruts to mud. We are a barnyard…
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What I want is another body under
my hands, for the salt of them
to flood all the walls and wells of me…
I wore a cardigan to hide my excavated heart, forced / to make way for a diorama, one that stores pride / for an America I lured people to think I believed in.
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what i want is what my body says it needs,
cause effect
stinging nettles
We’ve locked eyes and I can’t believe this girl whose heart, like mine, can’t be cloistered. Her laugh strikes like a match, and mine ignites hers — a laugh that comes from deep in her guts and opens my heart until I am flying…
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