I come clean
late at night,
when I should be lying,
strastofied,
in between your thighs,
instead, I am here,
tamed by this heartbreak.


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Sweet dreams

I get so weak
for you at night.
You can't imagine
what I bury
in fear.


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baby

i was tired and tired
and building a baby
for you,
and you
were lively and gone
and i was tired and tired
and building a baby
for you.

Jackanance

Penance
for your peace pipe
weak water and storied thighs
no other mother whored so like
Babylon in conneticut.

Children
spared, spread
globby with butter
and MSG hide behind
your tall stories of having

The same pretty daddy

Who died in this war.

Or was it that war now?

wait

even though i know,
i don't want you to think it,
i don't want to go through it
without you,
i don't mean what i said
about not waiting,
i don't mean what i feel,
i only mean the distance
between us.

bones

i will never sleep with you

my slow bones are growing
in this knowledge, reforming
around the pain you left,
in the ache of the hole
where you once resided.

can i call you mine?

can i call you mine?
can i call you mine?

july, july
heavy flames
and storied breath,
you were the tower,
i was the wilted flower,
the jilted lover,
the bolted gates
and sweet sarah
sashimmies down the lane,
she won't give you more
fuel, no more flames
for this battered form,
there is no room to stretch,
no room to form anew,
and i know it's the way you like it,
and i know you like the way i like you,
even if you say you don't.

(july flame laura veirs, can i call you mine? can i call you mine?)