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i am nobody's nothing
so hold your tongue
(it keeps wriggling its way
into my mouth, stuffing itself
down my throat)
or bite it if you will,
i'll bite my thumb, sir.
sir, should you allow yourself
to wander the crevices of my body,
you might encounter
all the bumps and lumps
i place here and there
to slow you down, speed bumps
to make you stop and admire
the scenery
because i am nobody's nothing
and everyone's something;
i am his; and his; and his;
and his; and his;
so hold your tongue
(it keeps wriggling its way
into my mouth, stuffing itself
down my throat)
or bite it if you will,
i'll bite my thumb, sir.
sir, should you allow yourself
to wander the crevices of my body,
you might encounter
all the bumps and lumps
i place here and there
to slow you down, speed bumps
to make you stop and admire
the scenery
because i am nobody's nothing
and everyone's something;
i am his; and his; and his;
and his; and his;
Literature
Hollow
Here amidst the bones bleached white,
the echoes become trapped in ribcages
like a heartbeat.
But it’s just a sound.
No blood pumps through the
marrow thick like
baby’s breath-
flowers for someone who is sick or dying or
dead.
No light shines
under the skin and muscle.
How dark it must be for the
delicate, fleshy bits underneath.
The lungs don’t know when it’s time to
go. No moon to guide them.
How do they know when to
stop?
Does the heart even know the color
of blood?
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
Literature
Reykjavik For Lezayre
so slip, i stumble. fumble with the
doorknob and your key falls with me
im falling into - there you are
i see you in
these ports and the sea foam shades
of the fog that parts at dawn the day
before i find myself - here you are
i want to be left alone but -
it was the taste, salty and too sweet
it was too much and my tongue
is not appeasing or the tricks
that tease -
come close. still this one last time
there’s something underneath your
skin steady i want
inside
you - to see, how i memorize you
in every gasp that splits the air around
us and when you cum - crashing
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(love the Shakespeare reference)
Beautiful work You have the most amazing way of telling stories in a completely new voice.
Beautiful work You have the most amazing way of telling stories in a completely new voice.