all hail the monolith
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locked eyes
matching breath -
lunchbreak ends
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oh the words i could write
about the bruises i gave
and the bruises i will give
and the bruises you beg me for

instead i will let your body explain yourself
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backwash hot
humid sticky
gross air

and the
way your
skin sequins
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the wear on the wood
matching your grip on my waist
matching the frailty of your palm
matching the twist in the sheets
and the sound at the door
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out of breath
early morning
escaping birthdays
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the way the popcorn ceiling peels
purposeful wounds
reminds me how
you always meant to fix everything around here
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frayed flannel thread
from the back of the closet
cut with scissors
from the same box
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the bat bites,
blind and mewling -
i offer my wrist
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it clips its wings
not to deter freedom;
edging, instead, the inevitable flight
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dog bone
dead tree
distant mouth
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i will make cakes to complement the cookies that you're baking,
with the ice cream that we bought
and the candy in the kitchen

and all the junk food

that we shove into our mouths and laugh, "jesus christ, more?"

with batter on your fingers

we've earned this place in time
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remembering
the scruffy non-binary cutie
playing noise music
on the floor
at chrush's birthday party
projector holograms across their face and body

on the porch, both of us half under an edible
i said im thinking of changing my pronouns
"do what makes you happy"
i nodded, stared, hungry
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there is a vomit
on my hands
and my clothes
and my notebook
any my texts

but they each come from a different orifice
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holding hands
weak heat
endless weekend
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you knead the dough
with bleeding hands
dull red stripes, zebra carcass
then rest them on the counter
with everything center frame,
flour mess
sink running
heavy sigh
from the door i ask, are you okay?
you don't look up
"i'm clearly not."
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bathroom graffiti
halloween air
drunk date
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the year ends
without our consent;
words left unsaid
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small window
sudden rain:
giant view
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her hand on my throat
afternoon sun
tea, now cold