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there's a leopard under my stomach
and a boy above my back, feral creatures
marking my peripheries.
everything is made of hands slipping,
curling, gripping my thighs, of
cold glass on my forehead,
of two sets of bent knees and too much
confined heat and...
there's a blue gleam from the front seat
that reveals sweat on my spine and dark
curls sticking to my shoulders.
the moon comes and this space is crowded,
secret, shrouded by not-quite-midnight,
by four locked doors,
by one wild cat licking at my stomach,
and one who kisses my neck.
and a boy above my back, feral creatures
marking my peripheries.
everything is made of hands slipping,
curling, gripping my thighs, of
cold glass on my forehead,
of two sets of bent knees and too much
confined heat and...
there's a blue gleam from the front seat
that reveals sweat on my spine and dark
curls sticking to my shoulders.
the moon comes and this space is crowded,
secret, shrouded by not-quite-midnight,
by four locked doors,
by one wild cat licking at my stomach,
and one who kisses my neck.
Literature
semantic satiation
i have become
desensitized;
repeating
your name
in the form
of syllables
until you(r
definition)
become
meaning
less
love
love love
love love love
love love love love
love love love love love
love love love love
love love love
love love
love
without
(me)aning
Literature
how helen keller ate my spleen
love is as contagious
as a yawn. poisoning
my libido in nineteen
different languages?
try twenty. try me on
for size. if i don't fit,
slice off a few of my
extra extremities. i
don't need to smile.
i don't need to hold
a) my breath
b) your hand
c) a conversation
i am hospital beds &
hailstones of kidneys
floating in bile-vials;
jars of musk & snug
bladder infections. i
gave you the flu last
christmas. you gave
me a reason to love,
as i cough my heart
through a piss-tube
catheter.
Literature
e-motion sickness
first-
you introduce yourself
as the best thing since
sliced bread & first
orgasms. your hand
outstretches to mine,
sweat cascading
from my palms
second-
s later, your dimples
curl into a horseshoe
grin. teeth exposed,
pearly naked white.
my heart cringes; its
vicegrip clenches your
virtuoso name. sin-
ging ariose elegies,
to which my pulse
jolts erratically
third-
base with a stranger
in an elevator. up &
down. back & forth.
you lie on my back &
fourth-
when the roller-coaster
ends i vomit, nauseated
by my own existence.
fifth-
place is not so bad until
you
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Interesting. You ve a way with words. I wish I could write like you.