if forlorn get high

no one pets a millipede

though their glossy

segments do stretch out

cat pose

for belly

scritches

i would

try my hardest to count

their legs

bring them

fall leaves

because did you know

millipedes can sing

but not

hear

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plant a flag call it good

i can see you under the streetlamp

you think i am a shadow

i think you are combustible

we both know the dawn

is your match

round and round

in a dancer box

you go

boxer stance

i tell myself if i

stand perfectly still

sing no other name

but yours

you won’t

burn your

house

down

once a rabbit now a fielding

sometimes we drink

the darkness

of someone

else’s

heartache

call it the night sky

swallow stars whole

though they do

tear our softest-us

as they claw

back up

there is no way

a belly can be full

of starlight and

a full moon without

murdering the night

in the night you find teeth

to be a volcano

on an uncharted island

is to become bored with

your own desire

so much that you

orgasm

then

cry lava

creating

smaller islands

to make room

for lovers

but remember

no one hears a volcano’s

prayers

when they are running

atoms can mimic

there are times you

hide in plain sight

from the very

thing your

soul vibrates

for

you are covered

in reflective

dragon scales

so your true love

will only see themselves

i see

you

nothing

hidey hidey

about

your every

heartbeat

i am covered

in reflective

dragon scales

so you

will only see

yourself

a king dances

if everything belongs to you

do you include

the pine sap you left

in my hair

the rorschach bruise

on the softest part

of my heart

the moth you promised to

tame to come when i whistled

as i gather around me

the memories of

my life before you

even the moon

sets herself

on fire

and calls herself

your sun

barometer fail

i like to watch you

skulk

on your low belly

until you find someone

you don’t like so much

you

slowly unhinge your jaw

place it around their neck

but do nothing

speaking of

nothing

it was something

when those jaws

closed in on my

heart

 

mercury everywhere

in the time

i picked a dandelion

you were running

away

it’s not like

i was trying to

love

you

i just wanted

to see what

moonlight

and

dandelion pods

looked like

having sex

fork tuning in july

we lie on the ground

hands up to the sky

ask one another

is this what it’s like

to be holy

in each hand

is a crystal

from

the times

we kept our word

we ask one another

is this what it’s like

to be enlightened

i begin to wrap you

in gauze

for your anointing

all around us

are firefly constellations

singing hymns

if we had ears

eyes to remember

that fireflies

are

angels

say hallelujah

things that are soft

i could

tell you about how

i used to treat toys

like found objects

because toys were

plastic luxury

but instead

i am

sitting

outside

with the sun

nudging

(puppy nosed)

leaves and branches

in the very place

where

my fire

burned your berry bush

right down