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My Belly, My LoveI.
We play truth or dare in pheromones—
an ancient game sprawled
across bedrooms of ages, legs
dangling like lace, a foot
above the bedroom floor…
Two hearts beat
and two becomes three
and two are in me, sprawled
across the bathroom floor;
the screen’s ripped on the sliding door.
There’s a knot in my palm
I can’t wring away, there’s a film
in the air, from the white moth wings.
sweat floats in, it coats my tongue
and the phone cord coils
out of control.
The moths bet at
The streetlamp glow
The kettle’s boiling
On the stove.
II.
We play hide and seek with morality—
an ancient game sprawled
across the dark rooms of ages,
back alley bastards making
shallow graves in pretty girls’ wombs.
And suddenly, I am Mozart’s mother,
I am Nero’s victim, raw against the birth
Screaming, “Stab here first.”
III.
We play stop and go with life—
A no-win game sprawled
atop car tops in cricket songs,
streetlights painting green gra
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Riddle Me Pinks...Baby takes another hit,
she's passed
the point where peripheral vision
blurs into her inverted gut
and she cries about the virus of society
she's afraid
she's catching tonight
Baby is an oxymoron,  
murphy's law on mute--
the way she'll waste
bootlaces in urinals
to see what shape they make
when they float
leave
bumblebee pinstripes
and chalk scrawled
half past noon,
I GOT HER PREGNANT
on the changing station
(an ephemeral epithet,
a graffiti-fied gaffe)
Oh baby,
"this is the art
of perfecting denial,"
she'll exhale
before passing to the right
because she's just that much
of an insidious
fuck
(her palms drip
like the festering manifestoes
of bad hair dye jobs
and thrift store sweaters)
Doctor, Doctor, don't bother
it's Sunday now; she's alone in a crowd.
the children will be coming home
for Christmas and she's
let the cat out again.
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dont forgive me becausei flirt
with self-immolation, desire's denigration,
youth slipping through asphalt cracks
and you
but unlike
my annihilation of my world
through annihilation of myself,
i fail at you
so diaphanously, yet so profoundly;
(as if i never really tried at all)
and at 2 AM, when the dark
emaciates my desires, and i'm
waiting for this train to derail,
for you to dragonfly
kiss my hip,
i know:
chasing you does as slowly
what a cigarette does for death
November NightsTime is passive aggressively bipolar
on November nights like these:
It flees through the forgotten foliage
of the season's mid-embrace,
flamencoing with the bare branches,
cold and ebony,
as if to say "I exist."
Dear sweet, indifferent world,
I can only wish that the law
that makes the crocuses
and narcissi come creeping
through the March mud
can be cross-applied here,
as I attempt to stare into
Mercy's blue, elusive eyes.
And it is cold but I am conscious;
the fall is tragic and afraid.
And as the warm fireside colors
falter in the irresolute faces
of redemption and denial,
a raccoon raids my garbage cans
in hopes of surviving the winter.
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