lay not in the grasses- for the listing of the world(s)
wash the backs of your knees
prethunderstorm, arm-deep into the buoyant ions
wet molars slipping backwards drying out
girls running track
(in and around buildings)
>throwing up everyday
acid backs of teeth decaying me.
like the mold on the white windowsill-
out in open airs
the film you think might be just
dirt.
like the unexplained black things under your fingernail anatomies
like grabbing the wrong towel
putting on a clean t-shirt
a necklace clasp caught in the back of your hair. cutting it
gentle and godless
head-damp in the big nowhere
like an out-patient gun waiting to send its children home
/
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC
lay not in the grasses- for the listing of the world(s)
wash the backs of your knees
prethunderstorm, arm-deep into the buoyant ions
wet molars slipping backwards drying out
girls running track
(in and around buildings)
>throwing up everyday
acid backs of teeth decaying me.
like the mold on the white windowsill-
out in open airs
the film you think might be just
dirt.
like the unexplained black things under your fingernail anatomies
like grabbing the wrong towel
putting on a clean t-shirt
a necklace clasp caught in the back of your hair. cutting it
gentle and godless
head-damp in the big nowhere
like an out-patient gun waiting to send its children home
/
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