can only hug me one armed knights under a fan that shakes as my legs go their own way too far gone into loving you say you love me in some ways too concerned with your own knees to worry about mine how can i willingly put myself in your bed do you think that maybe when you leave me for dead you won’t miss me if you die too!
In that, the tiny pushpins that invade my clumsy pulse. In that I find you in that- the electric scarf I wear around my neck Insomuch I find you choke me so I am not wordless, I am not without screaming- dripping and falling from my lips wrapped like gifts of mortar more out than in no I am not wordless. I see you and tiny electric pulses dance on me dice through me I feel you touch so perfect like a violin string strung- strung taught tight against my mouth tight against you leaving. I am sensory. I am sound that bounces angry I am sound that chisels the prayers of the prayer wheels upon the bumps of my spine. listen, listen for your footfalls and you will touch me, perfect touch of space and air and fingertips that have no bones no skin just a note on a cello-of a touch and a kiss from behind my neck a strangle, such the kiss is tight. tiny electric pulses through me, oh, love, for the tiny electric pulses that bounce through, move me. prayers on the prayer wheel spinning. sahn 01/22/15
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