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 Feb 2013 Nate
pixels
Ladders
 Feb 2013 Nate
pixels
i cut ladders
up and down
my legs
my arms
my stomach

maybe
if i cut just deep enough
space the
perfect straight lines
just so
just this far apart

i will be able to climb
up up up

dig my feet into
the bright pink muscle
push the skin apart

and climb the bean stock
to a universe
where

my skin is not too tight
my eyes are not broken
my seams are not ripping
my soul is not shattered

spiralling
out
of
c o n t r o l

saveme

i make ladders
full of hope
because i have none
 Feb 2013 Nate
Robert Graves
Love is universal migraine,
A bright stain on the vision
Blotting out reason.

Symptoms of true love
Are leanness, jealousy,
Laggard dawns;

Are omens and nightmares -
Listening for a knock,
Waiting for a sign:

For a touch of her fingers
In a darkened room,
For a searching look.

Take courage, lover!
Could you endure such pain
At any hand but hers?

— The End —