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Eyes made of hydrocodone.
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Bad poetry i. lines to end a poem with
The light still running from the room.
only fish within
where my father was.
the smell of seaweed still creeping up.
ii. confessions
I never got over Jolley, completely. And I know when you read this you’ll be angry, or slightly angry. It’s a good thing you didn’t know her. I miss Annie too and wish the three of us would lay together again. Both your hands close about throat the way a word closes on itself the more it is read aloud. I don’t have much commitment to making sense anymore. I wish more and more to live a sexless life. I just want to lay an egg.
I am not a stupid person
I just don’t know who to answer to.
iii. the color yellow dripping down
c trine
i rutila ed uartz
my first carq
my b k teet
ac headaches all the time
all of the white in this apartment
iiii. lines to begin a poem with
i.
I
with you on my mind
us
starting from the doorway
love is like
a large sinkhole below the lawn
what’s been swallowing us up
there is so much time
iiiii. what i want
sparkles like beer inside it’s shell by dim light
to be thought of as something different
than what I am
I don’t want to be an animal any longer
but I want the poetry to stop.
iiiiii. sober
is the worst outcome. Every streaking skin
of minutia of
the hole we’re in
shivers when the world doesn’t. I just like feeling like
something else is alive.
