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 Apr 2018 Mars
Zachary William
I would like
to believe that all writers
know this feeling,
the one you get when you're in
the zone
and the words flow naturally
and you're in tune
with the universe
and the vibrations
of your soul
reach out into the
infinite
and come back with the
forces of creation
and we become the shapers of
worlds and words
and that
sort of power
is intoxicating
and that sort of buzz
is what keeps us coming
back to our
infinitely unwritten
universes
 Apr 2018 Mars
Zachary William
The cat's in heat
and I can't remember
the last time I slept
without the endless
coo coo
of my sweetest kitten
howling like a wounded
dove
 Apr 2018 Mars
Zachary William
We made love
in our tiny
bathroom today
and the cat
banged on the door
wanting to come in
so she could drink out
of the sink
which to her was
a lot more urgent
than whatever we
had going on
at the time
 Apr 2018 Mars
Rsebd
I remember the first time I shared a dance with the devil.
We cut lines and spun circles until we couldn’t feel our feet beneath us.
Our bodies so close I felt the sweat beading on her neck.
She fed me venom from her lips,
a searing pain set in my flesh and I lost feeling in my mouth.
I felt a drip and my throat went numb, the energy was electric.

I pulled her in and kissed her harder, our lips so chapped they cracked under pressure;
iron crept to my taste buds but I didn’t care,
we just kept dancing.
The only thing that mattered was that we found comfort in one another’s demons.
Our bodies moving in unison was the closest the world would ever get to magic and I knew I would never be that free again.
Dancing with her gave me a sense of power,
like nothing would ever hurt me, like I could do anything.

She made it okay to feel.

I’d heard of her eyes before our unforgettable encounter;
they were known to diminish the character of a decent man.
Warned not to get involved I naturally did the opposite.
All I could think about was those piercing green eyes.
She had a peculiar smell,
the chemicals in her perfume so prevalent that my eyes watered as it made its home in my nasal cavity.
I knew then that she would change me,
to be frank I didn’t too much mind.

We went on many adventures together,
she was my first choice for music festivals
my only friend on a non-stop flight.
Each time she was with me my heart would tap-dance when I heard hers beat.
I fell further in love when my heart tapped so hard it nearly danced out of my chest.

My energy levels set in a constant high all because of the carelessness that traveled through the sway of her hips.

This woman won control of my emotions,
so much so that I hated who I was without her.
Her embrace was my happy place and I’d be willing to give my life to be wrapped up in hers.
Lost in her I knew I couldn’t live this way much longer,
I had to escape the curves of the white dress.
I hit the pavement.
I noticed the world start to fall the further I got away from her
nothing was as fun as it was before
Life without her is drab, but I’ve got to do what’s necessary to keep myself alive.

She was never good for me.
 Apr 2018 Mars
Zachary William
A cheerleader
once wrote me a
love song
and it had lots of
horse imagery
and it turned out
that she had lifted
the song from some kids
tv show
but none of that mattered
because she wasn't a cheerleader
quite yet
and I wasn't educated enough
to scoff at plagiarism
when someone was trying
to show that they cared
 Apr 2018 Mars
hkr
casually
 Apr 2018 Mars
hkr
i want to be everything all at once forever
casually, like: **** dude, they said you could be president, too? i’ll rock paper scissors you for it
i **** at rock paper scissors, but i **** more at sticking with things that only make me ½, ⅓, ¼ happy
not to mention things i’m bad at but do you even know how good i am at a subject you don’t teach?
columbia, harvard, princeton, yale, brown, dartmouth, upenn, and cornell do
they just don’t know they do, so shhh. i wrote someone else’s name on those essays
i don’t care who knows mine, i’m just trying to keep it out of the obituaries
just one more year ‘till i’m too old to die young
— but who’s counting?
not me, not me, not me.
 Apr 2018 Mars
hkr
here
 Apr 2018 Mars
hkr
lost my **** last night. keys, wallet, id. i have a theory that this is the universe in which i take every wrong turn. i walked down high street until i hit a dead end and kept walking. with all this midwest in my mouth i’m lucky i made it this far, but i don’t feel lucky. my friends keep bragging about how dumb they were to end up here. they almost make me miss hating myself for not breaking 2000 on the sat. really, i miss addy. i went back to the white boy, but it isn’t the same. i left that version of myself in michigan. leaving myself was the first wrong turn, but when i tried to make a u-ey i spun out and ended up here.
 Apr 2018 Mars
hkr
tanka
 Apr 2018 Mars
hkr
there was a rainbow
after the rain came that day
filled my glass halfway
since he drank from it. **** him,
he knew i was near empty.
yet another thing i wrote for class.
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