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80 · May 2022
February 20
Ransom May 2022
Speared, a
Bolt of sunlight like
A lightning strike from an open window.
Icarus, dancing--
Dracula, lost;

lips parted, soft, as if
In mourning.

A dead telephone hanging off the hook.

- the taste of your love leaves me empty -
madness
80 · May 2022
Unsettling
Ransom May 2022
abel and cain~ barefoot
in the rain-wet grasses with
mudstains up to their shins.
bloodied elbows and chipped teeth,
we stand alone.
even now, centuries and degrees away
from you, a thousand
miles and lightyears distant, i
remember the way your throat tasted
clutched between my teeth.
i cut my teeth on your knuckles and
choked on my tongue--
you licked the sweat off the backs of my hands
and we share it between us like nothing
was sweeter, not wine

not water.

// jesus wept-- the shortest phrase, the
shortest sentence in
the hebrew book, for a reason.
two singular crystalline tears
shed for the stupidity of the human race
sprinkled the dirt and were gone
in an instant.
just like the twin crystalline words
penned once by a silent monk
and lost to time forever. //
your love was my religion

— The End —