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She’s good to go she says she wants to stretch her legs she wants to strain she wants to moan she says I hold her back coop her ..

One of us is fire, the other water indifferent we go one of us is current, the other rubber like a mat to stop the flow one of us is hig..

I saw something in the sky the other night, something I’d waited my whole life to see, something that didn’t belong to the geomet..

Maryanne I’ve given up that ghost that used to follow us around, back in our hometown, to the desert from city to town, apartment to ho..

I saw her body and it was bloodless and gray she covered the pillow with her blond hair, hands folded, up against the satin and her ma..

There was no star before the universe no thought before thinking no heartbeat before tissue or juice before the vine there was no love bef..

I would read you poetry in bed, as I’ve promised you could rest you head so softly, let the dark hair spread across my chest we..

Ruin or salvation there is something I seek, and I find by falling when my knees get weak and give way, the only method I lean on is my mi..

I ate her raw like I would an oyster, all tongue and no teeth the way she wanted to be eaten, she made herself a feast of perfume and loti..

They grow in cedar chips like me, they start as pins and then expand, up and out, full flesh eating up the space that used to be air, lik..