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i was half asleep on a kitchen counter curled up around the steak knives and soup ladles, threaded through thick duvets when you came and tucked yourself into me with your burlap jacket, but I let you under the covers--and I distinctly remember pressing my fingers under your shirt only to feel how deathly cold you were as if you had just come from the outside, or had risen up from the snow drifts, opened your ribcage and let the cold seawater fill the cab but you were whispering something, a secret I couldn't make out an undiscovered motive, slight of hand, slight of breath you were lieing and I was letting you in, letting you in beneath the weapons, beneath my skin, into my body and you reached in for a handful of grain but I was a barrel of cords and twine meshed and tamped, you found the soft damp earth where I grow and we somehow managed to make it seem ok make it seem ok you're out there ok crimped and furious a mean cuss on your lips touching still means too much to me
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
willowy baby.
i was half asleep on a kitchen counter curled up around the steak knives and soup ladles, threaded through thick duvets when you came and tucked yourself into me with your burlap jacket, but I let you under the covers--and I distinctly remember pressing my fingers under your shirt only to feel how deathly cold you were as if you had just come from the outside, or had risen up from the snow drifts, opened your ribcage and let the cold seawater fill the cab but you were whispering something, a secret I couldn't make out an undiscovered motive, slight of hand, slight of breath you were lieing and I was letting you in, letting you in beneath the weapons, beneath my skin, into my body and you reached in for a handful of grain but I was a barrel of cords and twine meshed and tamped, you found the soft damp earth where I grow and we somehow managed to make it seem ok make it seem ok you're out there ok crimped and furious a mean cuss on your lips touching still means too much to me
(c) Brooke Otto 2016 just another dream I had.
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
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