04.01.22
20:05
climb out of the wellspring, with claws if you must // diverge direct sunlight against the trail of hornbeams in case I get lost // wring the sweat from the linens & bead them each back together // drip them onto your nettle tongue then reenact the taste for me as if some long-forgotten nostalgia you've never before shared with anyone // remove your shoes & dig me out of the damp earth with your bare basilisk hands so when I suck on your fingers I can clean your nails with my muskrat teeth // ignore what it means to temper the tides of an electric heart // live survive on edge // sleep with sin // insist on harvesting the centuries to find the baby bird you saw singing on a stone in the creek during your first life // bring it back here, to this house // boil it away in stock & serve it up in Portuguese terracotta with tajín // when my belly is a full moon, deliver your soul until we catch the coma of silence // surrender to the alias & insist it's who you've been since the beginning // mark my forehead in gunpowder, yours too // use it to tell time when everything falls apart again.
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words don't come that easy.
PoetryI've tried. but i've always failed to contain these thousand words in a few sentences, maybe im bad at expressing macro feelings in the few words that I'm limited to. you might think you know me enough because it's been a long time since i first wav...
