

jeans + sneakers.jeans on the couch. 'be my baby'. sneakers on the floor. laces entwined. like snakes. making nests in matress springs. creaking in rhythm. to panted breaths.jeans + sneakers.


ripples.baby no-face. no-name. snatch at water. down the drain. bathroom encounters. with a wooden nymph. flash of eyes. (all too familiar). hiss. snarl. spit. 'it didn't take you long'. claws unsheathed. fall to tiles. splintering. causing minor irritation. for a number of days. 'only minor'. we think of each other seperately. staring into baby wash puddles. of baby tear rain. ripples. reflect displaced frowns. turning to mud. under fingernails & between toes.ripples.


Enough -exclamation mark-It makes me sick to write this to you You, of the ottered eyes and feathered hair, But today there is nothing left for you In the sugarcane piggybank of my heart.Enough -exclamation mark-


saturday partywhen did midnight blink open? black balloon black balloon light from that roomsaturday party
mixed up my words in your mouth pale pink hand there blinked away like a glitch one a.m. is too long bring me a kitten one a.m. is too long too long bring me something soft and stupid
two a.m.
somehow blinked open like this, all around the living room, clap clap clap clap
[...]crunchy candylike sentences out her mouth ridiculous emerald breezes, half-hellos like foglets accidentally slow enough to touch blip pop moments, stil


Ne Me Quitte PasI could lumber down hallways and break my legs on stairwells reaching for a brown door,Ne Me Quitte Pas
the grain tinted purple and green.
I take tallies about how many knocks it takes (today it was 9).
We have eaten each other’s
salvia and cupped each other’s
cheeks, and now I can’t
listen to the last 30 seconds of a song, afraid to hear any type of ending.


Secret Passwordshe was folded cloth breathless coffee mornings she was bits and bits of dirty white cotton fat fingers linoleum rat traps she was cold floors beneath the sink bare white windowsSecret Password
in the cellar a door
she was 10th grade tshirt soft fat belly cheeks
she was awake on monday for the supermarket washing clothes painting her nails
she was new shoes wednesday thursday's blind sky like tuesday's already underneath her at the computer moniter at the kitchen table dreaming she was dark friday ni

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I don't laugh in the face of fear. I grab fear by the balls and order it to get my damn coffee!
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He's a boy, you wanna girl so tear off his cock, ties his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want,
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If kisses were snowflakes, I'd give you a blizzard!
Why don't you go eat your lengthy corn?"
~some British guy on iCarly
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