Tag: non-fiction
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Eggs
I always said I’d have kids With the right person Of course One receives No such certainties All good things Are leased Are courtesies Something in me surfaces when I see her My brushed desire cedar height from seed at her teasing sea’s seething Other ways await By my fleeting cursive; by the lancet sharp…
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Dirty light
Of an evening I apply an even Oven heat To a blunt head and breathe. Her cunt measured to propulse my cream Whatever method as long as it’s unclean What of me ever seethes Concedes to green’s release. Reprieve, repeat Instead of being like a toddler teething I can see further than my ceiling. Spreading…
Alchemisland 