from BLOOD TO BATHE US IN ITS BLUE PAST
/
country 5
A bunch of insomniacs are making short films about nosebleeds. To them I am sometimes a sound effect. Handstand or handsand, I am too young to be watched. I don't have wrists and I can't take the bath your body took. Kiss loss. Kiss loss where
.
country 7
Two mirrors praying over the glass in our food. Death continuing to believe I know where god is. The pill that remembers your one thought. The choir of alas
.
A BALLOON IN THE CHURCH OF TOUCH
she reaches into the same hat for the rabbit he’s made disappear.
I sleep and the dark takes me for the bone
lightning
straightens.
by death I mean nothing was beautiful for a very long time.
that, and when did you know.
.
from UNTOUCHED IN THE CAPITAL OF SOON
/
city 31
Click
while naked
On this
link
That later
the forgetting
is small
.
city 32
sleep cries itself to death
I wrote
a poem
similar
to the poem
below
You love
another
.
NOSTALGIA, BRUTALLY
a trapdoor meant for a circle, a body
from a puzzled
lake, god
falling ill
in a dream, back
to back
cures
for skin
.
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untouched in the capital of soon, 187 pages
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blood to bathe us in its blue past, 217 pages
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sometimes I remember to like being asked
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