thunder
storms the best in me such terrible taboos. mind calisthenics or heart aerobics
such a swoosh into existence. a cauldron of cries a wind flurry so many estates
to memoir. a heart rising a soul watching such fierce beginnings. to never work
it, or to work it harder, as a beast let from her cage. you bring noise you sypher
the test of me, as aflame the best of me. our July fireworks our April showers,
to know the gods in us. so candid it hurts so much to bring it back while so
guilty over crumbs. the sickest
alleys those spaces those screams—to die in you, to awaken with you, those
farses those funerals the faith in me! to fall so hard to skip mystery while so
good together. tottering to fences backs filthy we rolled in dust and dirt and pathos.
so excavated laid bare so naked it hurts; such sweet tenderness such a caress
to my chin so decent in a foul religion. so amoral as a moral creature—we can’t
find you! at dodgeball running from
emotions so dehydrated; too quiet to win too loud to feel ignored so many
terrible colors. body playground such a heart so swollen we need a paramedic. to bring life to me to perform like a
winner so disturbed when you hurt. watermarks such salacious marks so wet the
world is raining; a curse to love, a danger to hide it, while some people just
click like that. the body so tempered the body so angry the body needing to
untame itself. so close to holy behaving without demarcation so flamed as
cursed such remorse—it felt goodness! sewing indestructability so casual when
we approach waiting for pure fire. to
die in innocence to feel muddy while hating self is cosmic; if to tell you such
beauty will it become majesty?
decadent ice cream such sweet taboo to taste like ambrosia so torn by
mere disbelief.
