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𝐍ever
𝐅igured that
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𝐓eensy tiny
𝐔ndeveloped
𝐀ttraction would
𝐓urn
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𝐍ausea
Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 6:07 PM UTC
I don't know if this is lipstick or blood
That I wipe from my mouth
Is it mine or yours?
Your fingers intertwined with mine
knuckles red and white
Is this America?
when your face turned blue
and everyone in the room knew
and it's mine
every fault in this **** earth
Then I wipe from my mouth
And I don't know if it's blood or lipstick
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 1:50 PM UTC
Will the sidewalks
of delimination
give up the steps
short of
the shoehorned dreams
Those deposed days
under autumn's oath
with prejury and prejudice
Not one of
if I am willing
but
one of Cain enAbeling
the complicated
The judge agreed
it was a first ,
in the first degree
I looked at mom
suspiciously
every time she
said
"eat your vegetables !"
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 1:41 PM UTC
~
*You are
the river that runs
beneath this city.
You lend
the beautiful but empty
buildings a beating heart.
And the buildings were essential.
They were a part
of the lives unfolding
in their shadows.
Sometimes it
almost seems like
they are listening.
I'm sinking inside them.
Tell me a story
about an outgoing road,
the house where you grew up
near the Sea of Azov.
I think
I flew there once.
The birds
that perch inside my chest
sing loud, sing soft.
Maybe they
will sing again for us
tomorrow.*
~
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 1:32 PM UTC