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cosmo naught Feb 2016
We love ourselves so much
we program children.
The while, each day
we watch as we
become our mother,
mother's mother,
mother's mother's mother,
cosmo naught Feb 2016
.
.
.
Do you feel
at home
in your body?

.
.
.
If I did
then
I wouldn't
have asked
second-person
.
.
.
cosmo naught Feb 2016
Let me see your sadness

Let me play with
the shades of
your mind

Swirling
like paints
on a palette knife


You think of it excess
I find it divine

You can show me your sadness
It reminds me of mine
cosmo naught Feb 2016
little lady lunatic, Cain's advocate you made
when you whispered that you loved me
and instead I heard her name.
12.23.15
cosmo naught Feb 2016
He (is sullen and shaking
and sunken-in so
that he somehow seems shrunken
despite that he's grown,
but he) carries me dutifully
home through a storm
and my shirt may be soaked,
but my feet are still warm.

He trudges (begrudgingly)
over the curbs.
(I cry out for help but
I mince my own words.
I'm hurting him, heavy;
but) his arms seem steady,
intent and so ready
to hold me(,
I hope true, to the words
that he's told me).

(Please,) "Don't put me down
(let me down) just yet."
"Turn your key in the door
and forget about this.
"
(So I lie through my teeth)
"Thanks for bringing me home,"
(sooner you'd left me then
than leave now and alone).
cosmo naught Jan 2016
me,
with my
perfect,
angry
posture,
you align.
cosmo naught Jan 2016
hope you get the last word and it's famous—
i'll bite my tongue like i'm meaning to taste it.
nothing is sweet as the blood in my teeth
but that i am the fear you are facing,
that i'm still, though, my heart, it is racing:
nothing so sweet as your struggle to speak
when i've told you my only job's waiting.
equal and opposite
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