Sunday, January 3, 2016

Helpless Romant-ick

1.
     what once
required no words
Now
     is a pit
that potential phrases of
                   truth and love
disappear  into
   with
every step and
                             kick

And I feel like such a mindless bitch

as I pretend to be absorbed
           by everything around you,
           to extend our together-ness
?
      But I’m actually forgetting myself
      for the sake of
      allowing
      you to help me remember    it.


2.

“The divine feminine never went anywhere”
over and through my naps
this afternoon.
Alternating cheeks in the blades
under sun
melted some tension
but we’re still not done.
OPEN YOUR HIPS TO THE LORD
“It is right to give our hips and thighs”
I mean praise. I mean –
OKAY, GREAT. NOW SPOON.
Man, who is this guy?
Who is directing this show?
Would it be a “show” without a direction?
GO TO SLEEP.
“It is right and proper to sleep when slopen to.”

Ah, fuck.


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