us and our rocket engine mouths

A collection of fragments that fit together.

us and our rocket engine mouths

we should be jet propelled.

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the calico lies,

offering excuses

between us,

restless.

offering excuses

like placemats

to set the dawn.

the calico lies,

excusing

flinching fingers.

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some poems aren't meant to be read.

instead, crossed out carefully

to be kept inside my mind -

not yours.

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i'm reminded of

lying close, legs intertwined,

and morning breath smell.

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the heat is broken.

its f*****g cold in this place.

its colder outside.

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it was january on the shore

and you wore a t-shirt,

white snake, if i remember,

standing on uncovered rocks,

low-tide, looking penchant.

we were young enough

for foolish thoughts

and thoughtless acts,

pure and unpretentious.

i wish i'd never known

what i know now.

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just fill out the forms,

in triplicate, and I'll see

if you qualify.