she knows she is a secret
and the many worlds that hide her remain silent
she is the unawares,
the tracked divine
I am yours and you are mine
and you with your little
unabashed talks
the ways you talk to me
is unnerving
the only thing I regret is not saying
hello
enough.
x x x x x
I am shouting that the only thing in this World that I have left
is the thing that I wish I couldn’t lose.
but you are one hot mess,
and besides you are less
than what I had hoped for
in a boy.
your chest is just a rock
of breast
and the lakes swim by our heads saying
his heart has always been dead.
escape while you can
while you are still alive.
go on girl,
you can swim with the tide.
go on,
go on,
you’re still alive.
no
sing the song,
and be alive.
his hands know nothing
he seems vaguely sad
but how could you tell
on that misplaced expression?
you want to lie with me
on fine stemmed grass
breaking
ateeming
bending
coarse.
a trip to the otherworld
would tell me that
your eyes are vacant
because they see everything
and i would be a surprise,
because mine
do not.
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