she says to me
i never feel hungry anymore
and it's awful
how these cells
pullulate & break her
softened borders, hiding her
bones underneath these days,
burying them long & deep like a worried dog
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- backwards meaning.
- and who can you love if they are dying all the time?
- on dad's birthday, but not about dad; replaceable ...
- helpless cats.
- torrefying.
- a deepening
- xenogenic?
- my toes are numb and so i can't feel where i'm wal...
- and it's awful.
- (does it mean much when it's so easily said, or ar...
- (what else can you do with/the change in your hands?)
- your daddy's breathing snores sounding like time t...
- this week i have no courage to deny myself, though...
- from that country/when things don't stay
- in response to sarah's notepoem.
- to retreat to the comforts of being soft to the to...
- fat sinking into the living room couch my bed is l...
- some words of things on the way back home
- embers we starethe glow poweringdown, slow this is...
- imagine me, then.
- burning down to the puddle of leftover rainwater t...
- jailbreak
- (the boy and the frog and the flick of distance)
- lay on the grass and it was good even the bruise...
- warmer goodbyes had been said lights on lights off.
- grass like baby's hair sand like grandma's skin
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