I say that my affection is platonic, but I mean that the way I fake smile out of conflicts.I want my mind wrapped in yours, my skin ‘n yours turned mobius strip. I have heard your voice crack at the fringe, ‘n I’ve talked you back, rather than runnin’ off. ‘n …
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I ain’t exactly sure how to memorialize you,It ain’t quite love,‘n it ain’t quite lust.–Not to imply that affection’s a binary juxtaposition But it’s gotta say somethin’ that I ain’t ever touched you,‘n just knowin’ I got a text from you gets me grinnin’ chesire–Ear to fuckin’ ear.–I’d disappear if I could, but only to …
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One Christmas I gave the most thoughtful gift I’ve ever given:An annotated copy of my childhood. I’d spent hours scratching down memories and sarcastic quips,Secrets and plans on the layout of my brains(for quick reassembly, for whatever reason). It was thoughtful because I knew I was leaving,And I knew that you loved me,So I sat …
Darlin’,my characters are revoltin’‘n I don’t mean that in aesthetics,but in kinetics, fist to the established ways of bein’ they ain’t happy with how this story is goin’,‘n I can’t blame ’em. it’s sayin’ somethin’ when my own dis-ease,eases its way into my fantasy. there are these pictures of you,you call ’em self-love,‘n I can’t …
I love you,I love you,I love you,And it doesn’t make any difference that you’re more imaginary than anything. Fuck you,I can love you if I want,Stop trying to make this hard.I love you. I love me.
I’ve run out of whiskey,And money to buy whiskey,Which means I need to be sober.That scares the shit out of me.
And now we have Ruth Isabel Field (unbearablysharp), who has also just recently released and electronic chapbook: You hail from New Zealand,Though I dunno if you feel it.You’ve been to London,And all these god-damn cities that I’ve never seen. I grew up, kind-a-sorta in Kansas,Some stints in Missouri,Arkansas,And now I’ve got that California sort-of-thing, We …
There is nothing good enough to go here.
Lists are boring man. How about I share my writer’s crushes in the form of poetry? Yeah, that sounds good. First up Kate Monica (katejustkate), who just released a few electronic chap–books: I read all of those ebooks you posted,And I didn’t mind your spam. You remind me of all the things I fell in …
Now, Jill C (trixclibrarian), who does NOT have an ebook, as much as I wish she did: We’ve had some discussions,You and I,Strictly professional,But I can’t help but feel we’re a little closer,Than you were just someone who filled my dash with amazing. I’ll share a secret with you,I have no fucking clue how old …
