Enthralled !

I'm laying. Laying on a sword that cut the head off of your memory.
And I'm touching the blood and wiping it on my face and on my chest.
Because I want the head back..
To kiss your lips in quiet quiet darkness under a clicking ceiling fan.
Knowing that breakfast is in 6 hours.
My proudest time of the day, looking at you, feeding you.
Listening to you chew.
Enthralled

{ it's been a long time...but i think I'm back... I think } 

the body is soil - break it down

 

they are angels when they sleep arn't they - 

uncorked and beaten down. Park avenue brooklyn the world

concluded lungs

so push it back

not your clocks, no open gates -

next to your body is a saucer full of black power

i cant tell if you're breathing but i am ready to feed you.

sulfur, crimson, self deliverance .

informal majority

there are children in the sea, dreams, there are breasts, breaths, wound clocks.

it rages on without me, especially with

arrows and nodding

a pre winter revelation -

an american stroke inside a mine shaped like my left arm -

up to the armpit.

no fossils

in the fields there are thirsty birds.

if i go to them it would mean death.

Reductionism

Fall redirects here -

terror for a number of hours

the visual system, I -

Descartes' in our blood unoaked

CFYA

(A) Tribe: you have replaced me

fear prevents babies -

goodbye titanium love bones

I need the best tribe

other women take out your milk with their eyes

i shout:

"Look! a lion white! "

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i have seen many pregnant women

but i will never see a pregnant women.

sand not of the ocean (farmers wheat)

sand on top of lamb

cold combed wheat -

lone and suffocating brows

chances and survival

multiple quiet and careful broadcasts.

a tractor in silence around the neck

(someone feeds you)