the details of the effort have left me now that I am weak and moral.
even that I call it an effort seems to me common.
I don’t want to hurt you.
the three boys I will start with were born yesterday and shirtless.
one of them had a sister the other two were in love with.
she wanted to see a pitch black squirrel.
what darkness in her mouthed such a request must’ve been her mouth.
the two boys had never kissed a thing and her promise to kiss on sight of said squirrel
must’ve stirred
vague & crow
into one bed.
the squirrel itself might’ve been on its way to being asleep but instead it died
struggle
and / or
fumes.
sister laid her eyes on it. one resting, and then the other.
Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 11:54 AM UTC
the details of the effort have left me now that I am weak and moral.
even that I call it an effort seems to me common.
I don’t want to hurt you.
the three boys I will start with were born yesterday and shirtless.
one of them had a sister the other two were in love with.
she wanted to see a pitch black squirrel.
what darkness in her mouthed such a request must’ve been her mouth.
the two boys had never kissed a thing and her promise to kiss on sight of said squirrel
must’ve stirred
vague & crow
into one bed.
the squirrel itself might’ve been on its way to being asleep but instead it died
struggle
and / or
fumes.
sister laid her eyes on it. one resting, and then the other.
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