About the ashes we gather eye-to-eye breathing, the nocturnal stained sheets colorblind and strewn messy as we marched, as in our dreams: badge beneath tongue summer sun drinking the shaded purple of your beard. It reminded us of when your eyes were pierced, black hearts flaming scared even the bullet as the confetti sucked […]
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My Sister
My sister with the voice of stone. My sister with the heart of seasonal raging. My sister with the forehead of a bald snow-kissed savanna of alabastrine dust on top of alabastrine dreams. My sister with the voice of an elongated pipa string With the face of the innocuous flesh of deer Dripping original sin. […]
That Evening Rain
That night you stole nail polish from the back of my mind,
Rain sucked us in
