December 2010
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cravings
cigaret delicious yours truly, the virgin mother i whistled a melody; taught her piano she tapped the white keys whenever i forgot to sing the volta. soothing yet foreplay why does it always seem; we sung better before today.
November 2010
2 posts
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mountain teeth
i’m cold breathe in the evening
i’m messy morning-hair after sex
i’m the smelly sneakers you walk in
i’m a probable cause of stress.
i’m the snapping sound of fingers.
i’m an echo in mountain teeth
i’m the sweat in your nervous fevers
i’m the one you’re underneath.
i’m the dial of every phone call
i’m the text of every...