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i told them all,
with something like bravery;
"you can't judge.
and besides, she's lonely."
and christmas, it's the loneliest time, don'..
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there's a blond head in my lap,
and elongated body,
limbs, hands.
we're floating on a maroon sea,
that we made.
of vodka and rum
(and anything t..
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lol
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pale, dark girl
face like (a) saint.
we pirouetted, moved together
caught in a circle
of my own self-blame.
i'm not the same,
i'm not the same.
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i've slept a whole day, with you in my bed.
dreaming through the indignity
of the coarsest words.
"i fucked her first."
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i painted roses on my lips,
a hush to keep out
the quiet.
the words.
"justify it to yourself,
for your kindness.
you weren't fixed up.
pat..
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tangled in a sheet,
cold in the winter's double-layered
blanket heat.
fever dreams
from the days of lacking sleep.
morning hunger,
dozing, lazy,..
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this is s**t
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gloomy saturday,
you were dressed as a civilian.
stopping my tears.
as the customers wait,
for their drip drip drip
golden fix.
my hands were sh..
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this isn't finished
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