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polyester

I'd like to go back to scream it shout it curse it and abuse it and say the words over and again. In other arms, in the backs of strangers' cars in the apparition of a lifetime against the measure and decay of time- I will love you. In his room and his bed in… Continue reading polyester

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stream of consciousness

I fucking love you so much. I love your idiocy and your incompetence and your sweetness in tandem. I dream of breaking your see-through heart and wake up to text messages, phone calls, and your over-indulgent words: "forever" and "never," please "always stay." I know when you're selling me something, but I'd buy a billion… Continue reading stream of consciousness

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b a b e

I think about you most nights, most days, around most people. Until I can’t sleep. And after all this time, we still meet in that dark corner of my mind. In a loop of our first violet afterglow. Where you’d wait for me. But the past plays out in a phantasmagoria. I can’t want to… Continue reading b a b e

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untitled #1

I’d never met someone like you before. All the dreams and wishes I’ve ever made- what used to be a formless cosmic body of all the things I could hope to love in this life- I find in you. To feel without terror or shame or equivocation. To yield love with fearlessness and ruthless beauty.… Continue reading untitled #1

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Tin Man

The lights are condensed and contained in raindrops that slide down the windows; tears rolling down a cyborg's cheek. Your voice is taken apart by the space in between us, dismantled by a claustrophobic strain, a stripped wire by the time it reaches me. A deadpan hit. A mechanized twinkle in your eyes, built to… Continue reading Tin Man

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May Ivy

I remember listening to sad sappy songs, unconsciously modifying the voices to match yours, pretending it was you saying words like forever and mine. I thought that if I listened hard enough it would all become real. A thousand montages of loving and leaving, but I would have settled for a few real minutes with… Continue reading May Ivy

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Dreamscape

There was a time when I could see the world in your eyes. Small, reflective pools. Deep watercolor of imagined ideals. So, I stopped searching for God in other men. The grooves in your palms and the traction of your fingertips tracing cursive lines across the surface of my skin- felt like walking on the… Continue reading Dreamscape