Wednesday, April 22, 2020


—STAND UP STRAIGHT AT THE FOOT OF YOUR LOVE


traction

oh fuck
   this
day/night
   one a.m.
once again
   pearly fuzz
with a marled
   gray/black
beard
   not unlike
mine now
   bleak as a
murder
   of starved
crows glaring
   everything i
ever hoped
   to say is
tucked
   indiscreetly
inside this
   sacred
morning
   silence
because
   loneliness
is the
  only thing
i ever really
   trust
so promise, please
   to befriend me
when it’s
   all over
in the
  mean time
go ahead and
   grind me
beneath your
   favorite
nike running
   shoe
i’ll gladly
   eat the gravel
and smooth
   every edge
to ensure
   there’s
enough
   traction
for one more
   mile
sweet sweat
   splayed
down your  
   collar bone
like a dozen
   unspent
kisses

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