the only sentiments
worth
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n
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are the  
         ones
pre-agreed-to
inside the

[cyber - cathedral ]

touching is like a hairy arm in a loose long sleeve
dust particulates breathe space between us.
the news comes on the radio.

your fingers    find answers like old magazine
pages.get turned into puppies

i'm yellowing   w/i/t/h
                              them
i had more but i lose it when i lose you to the floor
like chestnut-husks against your skin
like failing to ******* .
   flowers faking it in a field somewhere-
it's enough to

.

c-u-t bangs off.impulsively
shirtless
outside in the/end.november
pre.noon

buzzing the side of a silent head

oh
sebum heart
you are more than the cells rotting in your
body
.than the hive mind of bacteria in your gut
telling you to rip the
place to shreads


in shoals of sticky wet erasure

your friend's tongue presses forcefully against my ****. as if
it is a
muscle  
desperately trying to prove factoids
we
learned about it in middle school.

//strongest lb. for lb. in the human body.

you take yours lips and drag them across her.
parting her open with little fingers-
wishing they were able to reach into more
places
at
once.

like escape artists finding bigger cages each time we get out.
like new backpacks
full of the yearning for
places to take them.

Passion poltergeist

Music chamber.



Wanderer on the Road.