April 4, 2020
i got a scratch off on my desk from a few months ago. “halloweek jack sweepstakes, win up to $25,000!” its corners are starting to curl. while the crease down near the middle has become fuzzy with age. i actually won $3 off this thing but haven’t cashed out yet. there’s nothing $3 can buy right now that’s as valuable as that feeling of having a win on reserve. because the older i get the more i realize how worthy of a foe this world really is.
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April 4, 2020
I have not left my room in days
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April 4, 2020
gravel-surfing
‘cold hands, warm heart’ that’s what the Succubus told me.
stay with me; be my insufferable witness. this echo of a dream you don’t remember, it was just the long kiss i’m blowing you.
tell me a story, sex is motion
without the comfort of body
or familiar habits, without
the spoken mind, or hardened trust.
(still eyes.)
whirl me around in the dark once and don’t tell me
where to stop
whirl me around in the dark twice and i’ll turn
my insides out whirl me around in the dark thrice and i will show you
what keeps me up at night;
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April 3, 2020
Harbour.
The harbour quay pulsed like a swarming hive
Dregs of salted rot from the sea were hauled in boats like baskets
Muck was scraped from stones and rusting iron rungs by boot-scratches
Soon to be replaced by fresh spilled slop
Or the growth that followed the rise of the surf.
Gelatine economic frenzy shifted barrels and buckets,
Tearing netted fruit from the homely cold expanse
To deposit it by the shoal-load into the acid-pits.
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