micktarts - Hello Poetry

I used to go digging for my bones to plant an açaí in the plot. I used to go fishing for my bones in a sea of plastic waste. I used to go hunting for my bones to eat and eat and eat and eat.

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Feb 24, 2020

Feb 24, 2020 at 7:22 PM UTC

micktarts

fat

I used to go digging for my bones to plant an açaí in the plot. I used to go fishing for my bones in a sea of plastic waste. I used to go hunting for my bones to eat and eat and eat and eat.

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I suppose it's okay if every once in a while you remember the good in the times far away how once you laughed when she laughed her silly laugh and when you used to feel nervous at the sound of her voice. her voice might call butterflies into your heart a honeycomb maze dripping thoughts like molasses drops. maybe that's okay. and if you ever wonder what it would be like now to kiss her forehead before bed and be her little spoon in the mornings after happy dreams I supposed I can't blame you for the fantasies I don't know. I've seen them too. Your hips between the space in her legs, her hair polite under your chin, fearing parenthood together. I think to live your life with someone else means to accepts that we'll never be one another's and we won't be as close as the dreams we have of others, like of myself and the forest and the rocks and the birds outside my window and the *** I'd have outside in the invisible nowhere and the wildflowers caressing and scratching my fat legs; of the women I'd hold. So I suppose I can't blame you for sometimes wishing for someone else when the possibilities for our lives are so huge and we only choose one another.

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Feb 19, 2020

Feb 19, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC

micktarts

everything i hated in myself

I suppose it's okay if every once in a while you remember the good in the times far away how once you laughed when she laughed her silly laugh and when you used to feel nervous at the sound of her voice. her voice might call butterflies into your heart a honeycomb maze dripping thoughts like molasses drops. maybe that's okay. and if you ever wonder what it would be like now to kiss her forehead before bed and be her little spoon in the mornings after happy dreams I supposed I can't blame you for the fantasies I don't know. I've seen them too. Your hips between the space in her legs, her hair polite under your chin, fearing parenthood together. I think to live your life with someone else means to accepts that we'll never be one another's and we won't be as close as the dreams we have of others, like of myself and the forest and the rocks and the birds outside my window and the *** I'd have outside in the invisible nowhere and the wildflowers caressing and scratching my fat legs; of the women I'd hold. So I suppose I can't blame you for sometimes wishing for someone else when the possibilities for our lives are so huge and we only choose one another.

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ah so this is what lips are for

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Feb 14, 2020

Feb 14, 2020 at 11:18 AM UTC

micktarts

first kiss

ah so this is what lips are for

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That little boy we both know, his nose dabbed with whipped cream, smiling ice cream lips, chin speckled with sprinkles like his freckles. everything that feeling is, is you.

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Feb 12, 2020

Feb 12, 2020 at 12:27 PM UTC

micktarts

ten dollar ice cream

That little boy we both know, his nose dabbed with whipped cream, smiling ice cream lips, chin speckled with sprinkles like his freckles. everything that feeling is, is you.

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Writing music is the sweet pear dream I plucked from a choir in springling years. Back then I also dreamt of mermaid kisses and reality television. Why would a beast wish me music now?

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Feb 11, 2020

Feb 11, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC

micktarts

dramatic werewolf music

Writing music is the sweet pear dream I plucked from a choir in springling years. Back then I also dreamt of mermaid kisses and reality television. Why would a beast wish me music now?

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Under the still and open stars of a cousin's farm too far to touch, I've dreamt of whiskers on catfish since we last had tea. The Waitomo Caves are strung by glowworms I was too afraid to be touched by. What if it touched my arm and had me turn around? If one had stuck my lip? If I'd feel my face in blue glow light just for a while? I'd rest my head upon your arm to take a memory for Facebook. Your college crush would see herself as phosphoric string that brushed your hair. At night we'd drink a flower-blossomed tea and meet again, two cave fish in a dream.

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Feb 8, 2020

Feb 8, 2020 at 10:49 AM UTC

micktarts

cave fish

Under the still and open stars of a cousin's farm too far to touch, I've dreamt of whiskers on catfish since we last had tea. The Waitomo Caves are strung by glowworms I was too afraid to be touched by. What if it touched my arm and had me turn around? If one had stuck my lip? If I'd feel my face in blue glow light just for a while? I'd rest my head upon your arm to take a memory for Facebook. Your college crush would see herself as phosphoric string that brushed your hair. At night we'd drink a flower-blossomed tea and meet again, two cave fish in a dream.

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A dress for every me I couldn't be with you

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Feb 8, 2020

Feb 8, 2020 at 10:44 AM UTC

micktarts

i stopped thrifting

A dress for every me I couldn't be with you

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Sovereign, star-flower, Sorcerer-painter. Essence of pink Skittles and air incised by blue-lightning. My lady hums fire between lines in lips -- smoke and perfume watermelon.

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Feb 5, 2020

Feb 5, 2020 at 5:14 PM UTC

micktarts

my lady

Sovereign, star-flower, Sorcerer-painter. Essence of pink Skittles and air incised by blue-lightning. My lady hums fire between lines in lips -- smoke and perfume watermelon.

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