Werewolf journey
I’m a grin that leaves you twisted raving mad in shimmer as you dance lunatic, moon-lulled melting for my silver spilled. Jarred, you twist and skip, when nauseous green, you […]
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This is not a love story
Sometimes the moon decides to walk the streets, pretending she’s a hooker. Once I watched her starstruck, hips a-swaying pulling tricks on astronauts; her skimpy dress kept slipping up her […]
Fade in fall
The way in fall what leaves becomes your urge to stay. It briefly fireworks, in yellow, crimson, blood, before it fades. It’s like that postcard sent from Côte d’Azur, apologizing […]
Us is one
A sugar rush of touch as butter- flies this rub of you, a wetness — cadence skin to skin this morning breath to chest. I weave my fingers with your […]
Mileva
You used to talk with me as equal, in terms of curves, derivatives equations, and the delicacy of a molecule in motion. Our dinner once was made from chalk, reductions, […]
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