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It's one of those too-long nights,
where I'm too awake
and you're too honest.
You tell me you have your fix:
leave a constellation on the walls,
your star gazing eyes glazing.
But no, please--
You are more than a meteor.
More than a flash, crash, burn.
It's like the sky is cracked
and the stars are slipping into space.
The pockmarked, indecisive moon
has turned her back on you, as before.
But I am still in orbit.
Maybe if you are drunk enough, you'll lean on me
slur out solar systems of sadness,
stagger down streets through broken nebulae of lights.
Maybe tell me you're sorry; I was right.
But after so many oblivious shooting stars,
somehow I doubt it.
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coefficient of fiction
in the morning
I am monumental.
my body is a half-
dream, a Goliath
of form,
before the sun rises
to dwarf it.
in this bleary light,
I can be anything.
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jamais
the truth, as staunch and without ornament
as I can make it,
is that I did not want your love,
your voice rattling like the hoary whispers
of stars;
your dreams (rustling like cattails
and half-extended to meet mine)
were as foreign to me
as moonlight, concealed
in its various robes.
your sucking fireflies,
neon mothish words meant to draw me in,
flurried uselessly about me.
but now that your attempted eloquence
is more akin to the wick of a lamp,
charred and drowning in oil,
I may vaguely nod my head.
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corners and paintswatches.
i loved you in a way that was engulfing for my young heart. for someone
still small enough to fit all limbs and troubles into the bath tub with ease.
i remember that was how i thought of it the other night when i tried for the
first time in years to soak and wash this feeling away with warm water and
bubbles. but i didn't cackle with a bubble beard, and it left my fingers wrinkled
and feeling my age something severe.
you've been hiding around corners all week. i was flicking through my dvd
collection, procrastinating, or lost in what was the last thing to be moved back
into my room after i finally gave up with the blue and how i a
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