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Will you marry me, and promise to be mine forever and ever? Yes, she agreed, one foot in the grave, the other scraping forward. Advertisements
There is an epitaph marking the life we have lived from the ones we have not. This is where I begin to separate the words from their cause, running on, unfinished, end to start.
In a vain attempt, she corseted herself in green wind and cellophane, votive to a thin whip of air. As she lay there, colors emptying to gray, before the round voices and fast hands came, she fell in and saw … Continue reading
She swallows stones, or is made to—what feels like a martyred plunge of boulders. I am, by proxy, crushed. Is this what is meant by god-dam? The circulatory flush of light to dark dammed, and no god gets in … Continue reading
To become more or less human, and right now I am less, much less, palsied, unlit, a compulsory golem riveting shallows and depths.
Wafting from afar, the intimate rumor of a divine toy, a cryptic plaything, implications in tow. A tonic and pacifier of blank rages; buoy and anti-freeze to sudden plunges into sub-zero climate. These conditions cannot be bested, but they can … Continue reading
Dance of the Shadow Leaves, a Triptych.
Fearful symmetry, the shape of deep, fragile love– Winter’s cradle, stirred.
Between passages, the molten birth of Lyric– In labor, she chastens.
Wraiths of limb, breaching the city’s vague hints of fugue– People disappear.