Monday, July 9, 2012
heard length
i am born to understanding in this month
from where those pleas originate.
i feel them prying my throat and
readying me for my bursted scene.
people have been collapsing this whole time
and though i haven't withheld comment,
my draft is unmade and rises out of no bed.
bed bed bed. everything is a bed that i hallucinate from inside. draftless an animal.
all sexes appreciate beautiful girls.
the right sexes appreciate innerlit mortal beings,
especially but not limited to Joan of Arc.
open the window. may you never want to crawl out it more than breathe it in.
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