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ChurchesYou were the most shallow person in the church
as we prayed, and after services the preacher approached
and proclaimed you had a good heart, that everyone did,
but assured us that you were already damned.
Suddenly, as if realizing his position he one-eighties,
contradicts himself and declares like a street preacher
that it's never too late to be saved
and I wonder what you'd have to do;
I wonder how much of yourself you would have to give up and
I wonder if priests lie.
The sunlight veers across the stained glass,
spitting light in your face at an eighty-two degree angle as you say,
"sorry kiddo, i don't want to be saved."
I wonder what your punishment will be for talking down to a priest,
or for wearing chucks to church, or for attempting suicide,
that night in the stream four months ago; you never told a soul,
but I was frozen to an oak twenty yards from the reeds
and something stopped me from screaming,
instead I almost leapt in the water after you,
instead I almos
I was just...One,
I never loved you,
I was just lonely.
I never loved you,
love is for the world-wide population,
other girls who gossip, gloss, and giggle,
normal girls with half whole lives
normal girls with ordinary minds;
I never loved you.
That time my sister told my mother
she saw us making out
shut my eyes
and imagined for a few euphoric instants
that we had never met
I hate eggs,
stop making me eggs,
stop telling everyone
you taught me how to make eggs,
and stop telling your mother
to buy more eggs for me to cook
I refuse to humor you,
the blond-haired blue-eyed prince;
you are not a good boy like everyone thinks,
--(I was only fooled
for the longest year of my life)--
you are not a good boy
but the most repulsive
to ever say 'hi'
and smile vicariously
in a corner of the
I used to work
You have the most unscathed
beautiful hands I have ever seen on a body,
this too is utterly repulsive;
so do some work;
read a book, move som
Word HungerA good writer, I've heard
always has a pen in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
I think the cigarette is interchangable and tonight
I have a drink,
a vodka and orangette,
a whiskey, no water.
When I began writing at three,
my characters were animals
with distinct plots, turmoil
and resolutions. now I have no boundaries,
restrictions or spiral-bound rules
my characters are people
with broken hearts,
no concept of remorse,
I consider this plot.
In my world it is a headache wrapped
the word revolution
and word hunger.
Tonight tonight tonight
I am writing about a girl
who has a broken heart,
a handle of whiskey,
dont have toWe spend six days planning to fingerpaint, and never do.
We talk about the past between swigs of whiskey, and plan countless poetic tributes we'll never execute.
We don't have to do this, pretend we were happy, ever;
but we do, and you'd think we are any other couple
the way you goad me to dance and laugh as I refuse, but it's not a form of flirting;
I don't understand movement, cannot engage rhythm,
and will not dance with you;
but you were British, and the waltz is not dancing,
it is a set of precise calculations and a square.
Squares are easy,
shapes are definitive,
geometry makes sense
and I like math.
you like languages, made up languages,
and things you can wrap your tongue around,
and my tongue.
I like you.
I like thinking i like you,
and I like that it goes both ways;
That part cannot distinguish the distinction between minds and words,
this message is somewhere inside of my fingers inside of yours.
(I think that's why we like holdin
Oak Trees and TabooWe have two nights and two mornings,
a lot to catch up on
a lot of historical advances
and a lot of whiskey.
I'm sorry I ignored you.
We have to talk. Maybe we kiss. Maybe you have a girlfriend
and maybe I have a boy whose not my boyfriend
but still in a relationship with me.
Maybe it means nothing.
The me four years ago would have been so angry.
that I've sold out.
The me now sort of kind of maybe wants to kiss you.
Maybe it's because you wouldn't tell me to quit smoking. If you did,
I'd tell you that it's better than sex for me.
and you wouldn't take that away.
You smoke sometimes too, when you were in high school
when you were in a different country
and when you hurt as bad as I do.
We smoke an entire pack of ciagrettes in one night
and I let you have sex with me,
you let me salvage urea, ammonia, tar
and I let you salvage sweat;
We give and take.
love is not humiliation.
and not change.
love is brinner and coffee and drinking and smoking and fuck
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