Dripping to the Moon

Does she hold on to your torso around and around again? Do you look into her? She is simply dripping. Do you mind if the light comes in? Move again and again around like you did? She doesn’t hold on like you once did. Woud have. Would you have? Breath down her back. She is […]

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She Is Telling

I wasn’t always so tangled. I was once calm and always there. I seemed to be there. I was younger then. I am older. Not quite the age where lines connect you features together to make them one, But the age where being so tangled lies no comfort. By my age others seem to breath […]

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Touch What Rests in Her Chest

It is resting in the chest, holding still below the breasts. Touch her lightly to drown it out. Breathing isn’t seeing, hold her down. Look closely to her sleeping, deeply dreaming. About the resting, the resting in her chest. Go down, downtown. Dark out, stars dripping in the light of the room. The moon, deep […]

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When Midnight is Becoming of You

Breathe. Breathing. Does it help to breathe in. Cigarettes help her breathe. She looks down at her feet, she can’t seem to understand the feeling. Darling, the midnight becomes you, so there is no need for sleeping. There seems to be something out there to dread. She doesn’t seem to be able to dream yet. […]

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