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>Affectionate, but underwhelming wearing too much deep green on mayonnaise skin an ounce on yr sunshy hip ( yr shamrock is small ( & will stay small ) Dote: Kicking sand into the dry breeze thick meals slowly souring under the sun’s thumb hungry teens _their stomach _their mind _their heart _their hands _their upturned…

>You think too long about what else belongs in yr coffee, “One large uh Coffee. With, uhmilk? And uh. Yeah, and one. Uh.. Uh. Twouh, sugars. And Sugar. One, no two sugars.” I focus too long on anger, desire to let hate warm the mouth, splash gums & teeth with whatever sweet becomes when it…

>dip yr feet in the frigid sea, with everything right & wrong to no man marching belongs no is a not-thing, no temptress, no burnbleaching sun, no vacuum blanket of pure dust choked static yr ankle coming up, the ripple yr final tow, apple red paint …

>if yr mother likes the simple shit you writ if there’s nothing subtle nor an empty spoonful of softskulling wit if yr tongue don’t click with a sharp tin tick puddle cuddle shuttle scuttle rebuttal if wet words peel neatly off the tile before yr bent-over sick [if there’s nothing worth ascent this pretty poison…

>it is this photo or the next, where i love you. so which you will i see: someone’s rich little girl or she weilding beauty’s hammer? no though it is you i love, here you’re grey. grey and sparse, a shell of our performer but gorgeous beyond their compare. for they are fools and perpetrators…

>cause he did it, i do it cause i always did it since catch, since sea legs and i’ll always do it until i’m, for the better part, upright though my springs may be choked & need replacing and i can do it for the first time, fingers fluent in ambition & sport if i…

> New Game 2 like my tongue cutting the corners of your jaw …then a light-tight spasm bucks your beating breast ……then biting your lip, you’re above yourself riding a breathless gush of heat. & i’m between. Afraid to Say Your Name 3 i cannot bear where dust collects across the window pane sun falling…

>my legs tied to the cage’s top i’ve caught myself a thought one thought, doesn’t bother inviting itself, now music matters more caught under rain as the door closes lock bolts the past to the wall.

>soft-shoeing around the truth they spot me; Cleopatra, we watched football on a wide-green pitch then enjoyed  a guilt-free desert; familiar Regan, her cold mostaccioli, her sweet peas, her bitter tomatoes

>First floor screaming out the lightSneaks, freaks & friends knuckle-deep in rightSo limited & vicious, venom villainousMiddle finger breaching bottom’s biliousSilt, and the taste of someone elseWhose hands are in my mouth.