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one rises and another falls.
one thousand nine hundred and eighty-five resurrections since the birth of christ
and self-centered anxiety in a copernican universe,
heliocentric panic disorder
& it was knuckles
and ankles
and knees
and i couldn't look you in the eye
you write a lot of letters to god for an atheist.
one thousand nine hundred and eighty-five resurrections since the birth of christ
and self-centered anxiety in a copernican universe,
heliocentric panic disorder
& it was knuckles
and ankles
and knees
and i couldn't look you in the eye
you write a lot of letters to god for an atheist.
Literature
remuneration
there were dreams of abasement, tearing up at the thought of
the noxious corners of your eyes. i saw them at a glance and fell
headfirst in the Styx, catching billowing waves of uncertainty and
heartache. they crashed with a decade-begrudged mind that was far
from healing -- far from me.
and though the fall was abrasive and the
waves, their own harangue, their heartache
and toxins faded & found graphite talismans
engraved in a red wrist warmer.
the ground that my blood decorated, with a history of broken bone
marrows now showed how unnecessary a transplant w
Literature
Fermentation
Malt
from tree to femur.
Curl
from wave to throat.
Pool
from cliff to iris.
Devolve
from rust to skin.
Heart
slivers to paper mache,
creases to flame,
ashes to steel.
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Sepia Light
He could be the lead of a silent movie
in all its sepia glory. There is
dust on the film; and light-
that shines hazily through the smoke and jazz
of the old world.
She smiles while beauty marks pepper the screen
and nobody notices. Not even him.
There is a woman stroking the theater piano lovingly to hide
the voices floating through the air as silent as ash.
He waits with impious attention for old-fashioned lines
to cross over the stage and whisper something,
something new to him.
But anything that could waltz off their tongues
is caught and held by the cigarette filter projector.
Left to crackle, as the piano moans under the w
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