her kiss lingered upon my parched lips like a sisyphean flashback to a time when hope wasn’t just another four letter dagger between the third and fourth ribs when love wasn’t a synonym for a shortness of breath as blood fills vacuous innocence if only i had the foresight to blind myself as she walked […]
i saw her sitting alone on the bench the wind whipping her hair her dress her floppy hat it brought to mind the koi fish fighting for pellets in the pond at the zoo the bodies flopping on one another in gluttonous frenzy mouths sucking at nothing a mindless sort of spasming
i saw a photo of two women happily gazing into an oven from the fifties. there was no context or words. whatever it was in there must have been glorious judging by their expressions. it could have been anything. or just an advertisement for ovens. i will never know. but in my head it was […]
one day we will make love like a funeral procession under overcast skies with aching joints two skeletons in halloween costumes
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