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he bought her rabbits:
soft trembling bodies of fur to suffer her
six year old tears, fearful feet on foreign
soil, the dank quiet of wet wood and
hay. in the spring, april showers softly
danced across joyful grass, in summer they
ran like dogs in a yard; in winter, they lay
cold and forgotten in the sulk of a december
frost. all year round the house stayed
golden and warm. the stove was always
threateningly bubbling with the promise of a
stew, the broken glass lay unswept on the
cellar floor, and at night he became a
Minotaur; pacing the boards of his maze-home,
broken and drunk with madness, her little body
shrinking at his touch, her rabbits breaking
between his fingers.
soft trembling bodies of fur to suffer her
six year old tears, fearful feet on foreign
soil, the dank quiet of wet wood and
hay. in the spring, april showers softly
danced across joyful grass, in summer they
ran like dogs in a yard; in winter, they lay
cold and forgotten in the sulk of a december
frost. all year round the house stayed
golden and warm. the stove was always
threateningly bubbling with the promise of a
stew, the broken glass lay unswept on the
cellar floor, and at night he became a
Minotaur; pacing the boards of his maze-home,
broken and drunk with madness, her little body
shrinking at his touch, her rabbits breaking
between his fingers.
Literature
tell a lie
i. rivers are stronger than oceans despite their size
they tumble through sharp mountains
but they never, ever stop
ii. i can rush and pick up sediments
and disperse them where i wish
iii. i'm lying -
i knew you saw it anyway,
there's seaweed in my fingernails
and salt on my breath
Literature
Paper-Thin Promises
the first time I caught sight of your
glistening, marble eyes,
I decided you disgust me.
I hate you the way I hate perfection:
merciless, like the snap of mantis jaws.
every fact of you is pretentious,
held high like you raise a middle finger.
You, the artist, always sculpting things,
tried to squeeze my malleable heart like white clay
and stash it in your pocket to rattle with stones.
paint me an unflinching self portrait, my dear:
this skyscraper of a boy shaking with anticipation
to build and destroy, build and destroy.
you sink in tooth and talon at first mention of beauty,
love-biting Aphrodite as though you were equals.
you're a statu
Literature
Oak
i knew a girl once,
with an oak heart and guarded hands
(gloved from touch)
but she
uncrossed her ankles,
let naked fingertips
touch well-read lips, and
her heart kind of turned
into ash.
i miss that girl,
with the oak heart -
she was tougher.
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