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Literature Text
The typeface on your heart
is two font sizes too small
& mine is too nonexistent.
I'm too Comic Sans
for you
&
you're too Times
New Roman for
me:
-a pompous art critic
in a backalley gallery
where vagrants build
chateaux from apple
cores & three month
old newspapers
-a lofty museum curator
sipping toxic pay checks
disguised as fine wine &
fatigue-flavored cocktail
umbrellas
-a pretentious mannequin
teaching fashionistas how
to dance migraines intact
(call it hoe couture)
-a sycophant guilty of thinking
that "I louvre you" is romantic
yet innocent of doing anything
worth an empty blue box
is two font sizes too small
& mine is too nonexistent.
I'm too Comic Sans
for you
&
you're too Times
New Roman for
me:
-a pompous art critic
in a backalley gallery
where vagrants build
chateaux from apple
cores & three month
old newspapers
-a lofty museum curator
sipping toxic pay checks
disguised as fine wine &
fatigue-flavored cocktail
umbrellas
-a pretentious mannequin
teaching fashionistas how
to dance migraines intact
(call it hoe couture)
-a sycophant guilty of thinking
that "I louvre you" is romantic
yet innocent of doing anything
worth an empty blue box
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Literature
faults between the lines.
the moths are dying, and she
is sitting on a swing screaming silently
into the sky.
__
the lamp is fading, and he
is standing by the table tinkering tirelessly
with an inkless pen
and three sheets of blank paper.
she doesn't see
because she is too busy hating herself
for the creak of grease
and the corpses that litter the floor like leaves.
he can only see
because he is too free wishing for autumn to come quicker and
scrubbing the stains from echoing floorboards
and where her footsteps used to be.
it was on a rooftop in spring.
they were sitting among loose tiles holding hands.
he said, 'sometimes I think I don't exist.'
Literature
Seagazing
eres:
fire-pit-pit-of-my-stomach
feeling,
warm champagne for my insides
vos me caes
like
Autumn's daylight sliding down my throat-
seeping in through the holes in my skin until my kidneys glow
white-blue
waves-like-wings to carry me cos
i've dreamt of soaring this underworld
contigo
with heavy limbs &
f o u r in-this-moment eyes,
keeping "Far" far away
Let's don't quite recall the deep breaths we took, only why we took them.
Literature
tetnis
her skin bruises like storm clouds, cuts like lightning
and her skeleton aches for different reasons every day.
the blood on her knees matches the blush on her cheeks
and she thinks she's in love.
she starts to think she feels butterflies, but different
they're moths, attacking and decaying her insides
her liver is shutting down and she can't eat anymore
but the heart beat barely hurts
she looks into his pretty brown eyes and they're so
sad, so fucking sad she just wants to hold his fragile
face between her fingers but he's sand, he's water vapor
she blinks and he's barely there
he has scars like her, though his are less casu
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this was worth the wait.
great job. <3
great job. <3