because he loves to see them break
-"Doll Parts"
god, sometimes
i think i'm done
feeling broken
like i told her, i'm healed now
and so i was, now what's that damage you hand me
put your mouth up to my ear and listen
how my body crumbles
do you know a recipe for best girl, i was lapped
to your grace, sit lil doggy in the wet spot you
at the end of the line, been caught
i been....nah, you know how inside me ruptured light
put me down if it's too much
learn to run from what burns
& what else named is
a seraphed thing from cinder-storied-dreams of ever lovely rippled
a ripping, a tear in the hand worth a fist in the...
sweet honey drip, i wanna give you some ..... good, good
most days i'm writing to survive, but tell a truth
some days
i'm writing to seduce
like language is: Build a bridge
between us in the room body across an ocean of past trespass
& what we catch on film
& what we forget to say out loud
what is there to lose loosened minutes unfurl
time was wet
we kept wiping it off the backs of our hands
sometimes, god....
i can barely piece it together
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