Fish scales I have left in slender leaves Tangled up in blue-brined wigs rejected Through messages, bottled on opposing Sides of tracks And waiting for replies not coming tonight My sharp teeth bite and waste Midnight-hued, transparent, peeling Pathways and curled up in haze Bless you when I stripe I’m feeling made among the stalks, Skewers in Spanish, Portuguese My mother in school At And at last In rain.
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See AllI write a letter at the end of everything, only sending it finally when I am ready to hand over to the next. Seven years I have spent sipping at the smoked throb of at least 200 hearts. I felt quite o
“But yes I miss sharing. Sharing seats sharing drinks sharing ciggies and dance floors and beds and hands and hearts. Sharing spit and swapping snot and dropping fivers and T shirts and sharing shit