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The
white
plastic
bag
collapsed
on the
curb
circles
up
through the
air
and is
snatched by
a man
who
fails
to
fly.
white
plastic
bag
collapsed
on the
curb
circles
up
through the
air
and is
snatched by
a man
who
fails
to
fly.
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someone
slender, you say, watching
with a sigh as i slither
onto the slick ground
like a goddamn corpse.
(what am i
going to become?)
skip a meal, exercise, a
little at a time, adding
up, stretches and numb
ers like skinny arms reaching
out to stop the flow of time
itself, multi-colored music, i
cannot be consumed if i
am in control, waves on the
ocean like goodbye sails
unfurled i will sing until
i cry, tears running down
racing away searching for
freedom falling flat on my
fucking face -
heave myself bear the
heft of life itself i am
atlas the ocean runs
down my stomach between my
thighs i
cannot crumble now no only
shake
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reasons why I don't fly away
above half-hearted streetlights and industrial flooding
and vague misinterpretations, I cut
a little too deep.
it always comes to this; hungry shivers,
dry voices, heavy breaths as your eyes
fixate upon a set point in the distance
which you label as happiness, a nirvana
in plain view but too far
for your rubber legs to take you there.
back then we were theorists developing
a new frontier; we were two dreamers,
two corpses on a collision course in
the desperate season. you warned me
there weren’t enough words to say
beautiful; as it turns out, we
were a slip of the tongue.
I woke this morning
a butterfly. you would like
the sun po
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appropriately appalling
i
the flies are in the food, again.
festering, feeding- because i sewed
shut my lips when you warned me
they were a gaping wound.
silence is the best kind of infection;
you can't know what's kept inside
ii
i carry little girl dreams
of dying and coming back
diseased, depraved, an atrocity;
at least then I'd be something
worth writing home about
i deserve more than what
i am- i am selfish and
greedy, but not strong
enough
to steal a life worth living
(look at me now, mom
i'm growing into the
ugly thoughts i birthed.
i think this is what it must feel like
to finally follow through)
iii
there are things you never say:
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My favorite line... who fails to fly...
Simplistic and easy to relate. (I am like that guy)
Simplistic and easy to relate. (I am like that guy)