I
You said its who you were before
little as you were
squeezing on a bed
on your stomachs
shoulders and limbs,schiele's anatomy
old familiar warmth
with new father's hand-me-downs
II
The marks from the chain on my wrist
spell dinners we never ate
they are crumbs of your parts of my seventh birthday cake
will you call me daughter if you see my clothes hung in
thirty random ways?
III
It was the longest almost- two hours i could remember
of liplocking citylights
plus two more of me sitting on the rag
reading the same paragraph
plus another three quarters
swinging under the moon;
which is the cat's tail around my neck
holding verses down my throat to my esophag s
(i missed u)















Comments
This was brilliant. DA isn't giving me the option of faving at the moment, but I would.
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"The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge, but imagination"- Albert Einstein
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save the drama furr yer momma
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