You let men lay on youDon't give me that bullshit aboutYou let men lay on you by batmanonrobin
being a goddess, you let men lay on you.
your teeth are falling out, one by one. don't swallow the fluoride.
don't swallow the anesthetics. you gave him both of your kidneys.
you are dying with bruises on your shoulders and you are dying
without a spine and you are dying.
he buried your mouth in the gutter, he threw your bowels
in the streets and the dogs fought over them. you told me
you just wanted to die with a little dignity. This is not honor;
a pitbull chewing on your large intestine.
The dogs are howling while you let men lay on you.
a fracture in late augustYou were a venture capitalist with a sharpie, drawing strip malls up my shoulders.a fracture in late august by Aquarius-Claire
You were a half-mile of train tracks on a Sunday night at the very end of summer, our lips fresh with the tastes of grass and each others necks.
You were everything I could carry in a purple scarf—two empty glass bottles, a pack of Marlboro Reds, a picture you drew of me on your bed that first morning when I propped myself up on my elbows to write.
You were almost a notebook full of plans.
You were an expanse of skin beneath my deaf hands, and after that first night in the grass when all I could say was holy shit you were grinning into my back, saying I know, I know.
You were the reason I lost all of my right earrings and I didn’t care.
You were the only person who has ever called me beautiful.
You were every single Beatles song, every single one, and I couldn’t think of any beyond I want you.
You were going to be back in thirty minutes.
You were every shadow at that party as I watched
a night in another countryin the morning, the past hung about your eyes like a sheer veil of which the sun barely broke through to your conscious. you saw your baby girl. she was an infant; no, she was two. was it real, then? the only indicator in those moments, in which you were paternally carrying to their close with pestering impatience, was the warmth of her lily skin, blooming petal soft, whole arms and legs of softness that groped around you in desperate adoration. her skin carried a soft fragrance, you could smell it now, of a rose held in water too long, a smell that you noticed only when it was gone, now in the dinginess of of your balinesian bed and breakfast. her voice was unparalleled to even the barely audible hymns of winter escaping a sanctuary, lighter than her mother whispering to you for the first time in the dark. your girl was a cloud, but she was so heavy in your vertigo that she hung like a weight you were not qualified to lift, and she fell and slammed into your sleep, the impact of causaa night in another country by sansstitre
eulogies and last wordsyour ear singseulogies and last words by diddlyhohum
soft white tufts of hair on your pillow.
is this the end of the world
or just the tip of it?
regardless, it turns from one eon to the next
and i can't help but feel like the beginning
of the world was a deep,
this world has had little to do with us,
my dear, and us, so little to do with it.
often we found ourselves cocooned in
a madness so faint we could barely
recognize its yellow, red, and orange
tendrils. it took me a long time
to figure out i wasn't mad at you,
but mad for you-
i kept my hands cupped tight around your light,
you told my legs to walk when i wanted
little for myself and your clarity
cut through to me before any of the
meds ever could, before any of the
doctors could give me a
160,000 dollar answer.
mountain peaks rounded by years
of uncertainty, we saw Jesus
lose his footing in a universe
where we all exist as holograms.
we made love in many different places
as many different people, but with the same
force, the same grace, t