it eyes her like his ego tries itself on for praise splays its fingers and gazes between as if the gap is instrumental in calculating the angle of approach.
stay awake magpie
count every glister
the shining that kissed her plumes like an avalanche of accidentals coughing monsoons through the morning
in the door is a house that buttons its curtains with frog tails and skylarks that part from the rafters. its color is scorching its temperature smooth it's tapping its shutters and waiting on you.
it shouldn't be easier to love a memory: echoes are for ducks to eat.
you will know her by the honey in her pores
whose fingertips are tongues and the quake of unchained titans
with all the promise of those unborn
but his rusted lips ruddy whatever they touch leave sediment like centuries of oceanic distrust
dr whatever's disappointed i quit the abilify but seriously being unable to pee is probably the most distressing physical side effect i've ever had the joy of being subjected to i'll take hallucinations any day or night or what gloats between can't believe the sun's vanished by five thirty already in the pit of winter despite mid-sixties weather i spend all light hours in a lab assembling medical equipment and shouting along to nineties songs and pretending i'm somewhere else wish my bank account'd catch up with arizona leanings but i suppose that's what the cracked fingers 'n ghost-karaoke's for,
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being unable to pee is a curse from hell. one time i drove to my high school boyfriends for thanksgiving, it was like 4 hours a way, and id held it for so long that when i got there i couldnt really pee especially considering the bathroom was like in the middle of the kitchen where we were eating and i couldnt zone out because i heard every word all these strangers were saying and i had to sit down at dinner with this throbbing pain in my bladder and then when i went to try again everyone was looking at me. horrible.
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