June 10th 2017
you've got me like putty in your hands
jello shots down the back of my throat
sugar sweetness
dissolving, solving
a rubix cube in 23 seconds
a sugar cube on Jericho's tongue
Bojack on the telly, us on the couch, nothing between us but skin and love
your fingertips like porcupine quills
dipped in ember ink, leaving ashy prints on my
skin
clasp it with your nails, colour me red with your cigarettes
sunset streaks across blemished brown
I'm rice-paper
thin
you see right through me
the chimney sweeper William Blake
we make plans but you always flake
you come at me with Backstabs and shoulder Blades
sun tzu on your mind, thirty years in wait
i'm your enemy but you're not mine
you never were
rebounds celebrated on court but not in courtship i ask you am i?
Am I correction tape on your mistakes Are these charcoal scars peeled graphite layers Will you ever write my name on the surface of your heart or
am i just
the morning after shooters
the new year resolutions
the we should hang outs
the buffet muscle distensions
the "how do i unsend an email"
my report cards remind me of you
how many letters are in the alphabet?
i held you closer than smoke in my lungs
almost transparent with my chloroform blues
