Monday, September 12, 2022

–ALL WE HAVE TO DO, IS TAKE THESE LIES, AND MAKE THEM TRUE


 the rain is unbreakable

  

I’m negotiating with my skin breath exoskeleton again while unbreakable rain stiches each slit in the summer sky You said I was unknowable said I wouldn’t recognize a robust love if it landed on my lips lids lenses But sometimes there’s nothing left to do but scour your flesh with a machete steel wool razor wire to find out what’s beneath, if there’s an odor, if there’s anything worth saving or believing in

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