abstraction
read your face like a bible
your name in thick, black ink
we can't keep doing this
there's a haste in my words
a broken fever I'm covering up
like a child with their hands and their knees in the dirt
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rapid squirrel
open hearted field soaked with late summer sun no audience for this fervent laughter prickle green trees and cut fruit holding the back end of silence and stillness my back arches in a years old shirt sustenance that is only beginning
overconsumption
kneel on my knees let her stand over me this prize, but a consolation make a comment watch her laughter sting the air life is but the simplest of pleasures
grievance
soft, sweet yearning gentle tone I'm caught wanting to be alone mouth drawn open eyes wide shut learning can't just be enough take my time say all my prayers broken open, can't compare
working through it
disgusting act can't make myself stay or say go away drive home to nail down an inexorable point can't take even a hint of rejection moving toward something or moving around head spin dizzy from constant counter movement not your fault but it's not