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Ironing Out The WrinklesWe're short of breath, tangled and lost in not weak twine, frayed with rot, your lips are cold steel, sharp and anxious. When we manage to argue in circles the world twists her back to face us again, my head is under a waterfall, ironing out the wrinkles, throwing me around like rocks in a blender, I'm bouncing off the glass with you when we crack the aluminum shell.Ironing Out The Wrinkles
This red summer heats my lungs, the whole house feels this, the birds at two and four A.M. find a way through my thinning windows, we speak between the walls,
by ~notavictim
In the BathIn the bath more than dust is revealed, I'm a bold silhouette, I slip out of my sleeves behind the curtain, my thoughts, memories, I'm missingIn the Bath
you, My eyes are globes, so weightless
in space, I'm floating under the still water, the stained faucet leaks,
disrupting the only moment I have to myself, all my neighbors know,
they have eyes
for me, they all have the same shoulders,
floorboards, The water runs off the tips
of my darkened hair, doing to me like it does heavy clouds, weightless in the atmosph
by ~notavictim
A TypicalitySometimesA Typicality
I wish things would slow down, you could come over
every day,
eyes fixed on the darkened clouds, the floorboards become soggy this time of the year,
every year, I know the sky isn't gray everywhere, but
it's hard to keep in my mind that the whole world isn't affected.
In bed, your body
is a screaming kettle, this is the only time
when you're not shivering,
I kiss your ribcage and lower,
the water vapor forms mirrors
in these hidden places, behind your eyes.
by ~notavictim
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