Thursday, November 24, 2016

reverse learning





a quiet world 
that drives her roots through your bones, 
that raises your face to the sky, 
that when she comes, 
she stills your heart with light 
and buries you, mind and body, 
with a stillness born of sky _ 




I cannot believe her when she says
I am beautiful. She cannot want me,
not the way I want her. My want
is an Empire State Building
I monster-climb with her
clutched in my fist. 

They make old,
flickering horror movies
about the way I look at her mouth






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