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Picture

Picture
Picture
Picture
​I PUT 
 
bare feet in the fog
washed the sheets in ink
my heart in the fire
for you 
I don’t think I was ever
really a woman before
whoever found who
just an old hi-top
abandoned at midnight
at the steps of your castle
When you like
a thing of mine
it’s like being touched by a ghost
in a dream
of whoever’s haunting who
Since you came
on my heart 
I can’t do anything
wherever I go I 
keep hearing this violin
that’s how I know it’s serious
I see your face
in clouds & in stucco
car alarms are bleating
your name
I stayed home
& danced with a potato
that looks like you

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OPHANIM 
 
I’m keeping quiet
And it’s no use
When I look down
I’m saying your name
With all the lips
Your eyes look out
My tits
Your mouth IS
My heart
How did you climb 
Inside of me
The little stick
Inside the violin 
A second soul
Calling out for its skin
I’ve always known
There’s a fire
A force
That midday beam
That pins everything
To the center 
Of Earth
But like this?
Now I have 2 faces 
Yours to mine
& a bunch of eyes
Everywhere that shine
Like the angel
In the icon
Whirlwind
Wheel on a wing
Praising who’s
Making her sing
 
 
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 XXX 
 
I stepped out of the shower
Steaming like a glazed donut
I was getting ready for work
I know they want us to hate this part
But I don’t. I alter my mind a bit
And put on a really slow song
I plan to be late
Standing forever in the
Sunshine at the crosswalk
Thinking about you
And how it was kind of nice
Just sitting there next to you
Tryna glimpse your fingers
From the side of my eye
Figure out how they’d feel inside 
Suddenly like the light 
Fills the piazza
 

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ENDLESS HEART 
 
My heart is a vinyl stuck on repeat
I pulled my heart up off the floor
Heavy meat curtain
And went to bed
To touch along to a poem
This is sad
The yellow bird dreams
Land and depart
You’ve gone off
And made many movies but
I’m still in this little old town stuck on you
At night when you sleep inside 
Your swan do you think of me 
Ever
You make me wanna
Buy a computer and write really long lines 
 
My heart is a pink knife
I keep by my bed
My meow
My heart’s grown a beard wrapped around
Its bone throne in the mountain
Somewhere by a sea
You pass through fogs 
The most intense colors bloom inside
The funniest jokes on repeat
I flew here to see you
We talk against seagulls like
Bright commas on
Night mode
And I don’t even care
How I end a poem 
How I end a poem
 
 
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LAST LOVERS LEFT ALIVE 
 
He writes sad scores for TV shows
And at night he listens to the
DJ Silence
Spinning rooftops 
Or mountains
The grain silos of Massachusetts 
Rising like
Sad dicks 
In the aging summer
The fireflies
Are dying
I want to move to Buffalo
And live forever



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