have you ever swallowed a toothbrush fiber? gullet and all piercing slashing unfriendly beast enters the side of the gums, gingivitis ginger unsweet Like sweet blood rushing in your mouth unpleasant but friendly like a friend you haven't visited in years, hello, it says and yet you can no longer look it in the face so you say goodbye old friend I'm afraid I don't miss you down my gullet. Please leave my gullet. and of course it doesn't, but that's life, right?
New York is visceral, raw, and loud
and it smells like money and pizza and vice
and it's beautiful and big, Statue-of-Liberty-big,
Empire-State-Building-big, New-York-City-big,
big like big buildings and ideas, it's the Big Apple,
Apple and Macy's and Prada and Gucci and everything else
all huddled together on Broadway and Times Square,
next to Wall Street, trading stock shares, stock broker
stock broken, boxed-in, stacking broken boxes,
sucks to be broke in New York, stuck life, static dreams
and taxes higher than skyscrapers, ought to box your stuff and move,
neighbors making paper, so now you're stacking paper newspapers
north of 110, Manh
Kiss me on the neck like you're single
and make me fall for your flirtatious hips
and closed eyes, hot peach sunshine.
Hot ice adorning your breasts,
how I feel the heat of summer,
summer's beauty in your pupils slightly dilated
from the dark bedroom keeping your gaze unclear,
but it's four in the morning
and who needs eyesight or foresight,
hindsight yipping its eager cry
when you wake up, groggy
but smiling like you're single,
single nights of getting drunk and laid,
swallowing vodka and kisses,
unprotected lust, too charismatic to resist,
too anxiogenic to repeat, too bizarre
to call back in the morning,
so I text you
and you put off the w
The boy with the red Ursinus hoodie made me feel happy today
when he rubbed my sweater and exhaled a smile on my hair
when he softly kissed my cheek for an all-too-short moment
when I held his hand and peeked over to see him grinning from ear to ear
when I put the weight of my week on his chest and felt comfortable.
The boy with the red Ursinus hoodie made me feel comfortable today
when I felt for the longest time that I could fall asleep on his torso and hold his hand forever
when I wrapped myself around him in the cold and cuddled him for more than warmth
when I could feel his heart beating through his clothes and heating up my neck
when u
I smoked Christ's cigarettes last night, and they were wonderful,
and they made me cough black soot and fire, but they were whole
and tasty. I smoked Christ's cigarettes last night, and I felt good
about myself for a bit, as that holy smoke lingered in my throat,
as I exhaled sin, and as I exhaled suffering. I smoked Christ's cigarettes last night,
and I wept spent ashes all over the carpet, and I stared down
those new stains with abject sadness. I smoked Christ's cigarettes last night,
but in my nicotine-fueled haze, I forgot to pray for goodness.
I smoked Christ's cigarettes last night, but I was too comfortable,
and the night was too brigh
Cutthroat magician,
you spit fire and red-hot
vitriol and spit.
Cutthroat magician, do you
care about me?
Cutthroat magician,
I sometimes whisper your name
in the dark, when there's nobody around.
Cutthroat magician,
what comes to mind when you hear my name?
Cutthroat magician,
if you think the way you speak,
you never hear my name.
Cutthroat magician,
who am I to you?
Cutthroat magician,
your words hit my heart like
a cigarette burning into my skin.
Cutthroat magician,
my skin is on fire.
Cutthroat magician,
my skin is on fire when it aches and it stings
to sit in that skin around you.
Cutthroat magician,
what do you know of family
Come staple your lips to mine
and die by my side, exhaling
sweetness and sex
on your wet breath.
Come over and melt your tongue
on my neck, gentle kisses
and your smooth soft skin
and your smooth soft voice.
I can't quite say that you remind me
of some beautiful old memory, because
that memory is you
next to intimacy and me.
Whenever my phone buzzes to remind me
that you want to talk and giggle with me,
I smile and I remember that you
are among the best things ever to grace me.
For that, I can't help but thank you.
So,
thank you,
you beautiful little thing.
To speak of dead willows and wind,
whispering softness and want,
unflourished, forcibly chained down,
contained and pinned, yet still without restraint.
Teal spears of hair like turquoise hunting knives,
hot like hot icicles in hot pink and neon green
and god, this stupidly attractive face
that I want so fucking bad.
I wonder why we hadn't talked till now;
maybe it's because I used to be too shy
to approach hot demi-strangers at raves,
even when it's dark and everything is beautiful for a bit.
Maybe, I think, he's me, 'cause you know,
he likes all the same things, like
melting to the tune of some song I like,
like what, like speechlessness
Car speech,
green and garbled, slurred and painted yellow,
pale and effervescent, golden bubbles,
golden bubbles, golden bubbles in your hair,
strange and psychedelic, starkly yellow
like nothing I have seen before.