air in the eyes, hills forever

j’m the worst daughte.r con artist. so are a million more

lets look

at nighttogether and never

let what i’ve grown

leak.

i’m sorry, you

repretty

i’m sorry, i am for a black girl example sentence used in pity

noun

i had not learned my vowels, big sentences, how to keep cameron’s hand from shaking when writing

spinelli’s synopsis

your hair was yellow

in the projector light

i am sorry

i am reactive i chew through paper and plastic, i stand behind all the desks in

disfavorable silence

i am for punishment

insatiable i eat with

my eyes

come home with me, i’ve stomached the pencils

this box can be a stove

i practice the way you dot eyes

holding my jaw tight

screw ing teeth in on

plastic posts.

there’s a mare in a black field

and i shovel

dirt twice.

lets look a tthe moon together

so what, if i’ am hard to see

so what if the aperture drools and

pearls

and gargles

i am looking for veins i am aiming

to tell you

there is a fire happening in the barn

there are sirens on my wall

there is a crossroad i know

where to turn

there is a big mountain

there is no moon tonight

tethered wolflike

i wouldnt want anything unweathered from the world

you snag my ear in trade a welling

piece of your cheek , there are ladder

stitches i can learn to sew in

this piece of me, knightly scald roadwear and

entirely unsalvageable. armored honor you can

count on me i’m closelike your halfdead body

moving warmth like a timepiece, a large way across enemy crossfire

watch your step, love

leave me alone by it

im a jaw - loosened teeth fixed in for thick blood

cash is the smell of iron and bloodlike family ways and who

brings down memory , like a radial sundrive with an eye

on the overpass by fox creek

first victim catalogue

waterlog))ed) carcass mailed to goodtimes, goodtimes

cuffed to the radiator. being warm is the antimorgue, the body bag an

identical

of fresheyes, His sallow messenger in stillwater

with molding basement soldered hymns.

there'd been no chance to grow

past this — not whenthe crooked vein garden snakes sent heeled to

the pavement. bright blood to fresheyes, lit fires to the kill houses.

beat the drum. saw the tassel. tempers eat

good

times

everyday.

apocrypha,

good times are umbilical lengths away. the ground here is taciturn and afterall, unforgiving. softens up for all i owed. another nail in the coffin. man driving spade like victory. lets cry, bloodyhound. he's out cold, peach. we'll hear war on doorhinges. you'll whimper night into early hours of the day. the sun'll take a tear from you when you pray. least: floss love out your teeth after going down with me

while estuary catalogues that body,

gossamer

entry-point

dog race

loneliest favor

washing new hair in the sink and eating the inside of your mouth til pith

burn your scalp on a fast ride down

there comes a rubble train there’s a no man’s land and i’m chasing after you

staining this reflection until that color’s out

screaming up at walls that’s why that’s whyits better on the

asphalt

ripped to ribbons by a moniker burned on sunlight

come on tell me you’re in betweens, by song have a lucky guise

i’m in the halls of these scars i’m towards impossible beings

eighty months til you’re right in the head

i am the cage of a haunted house

toys they keep throwing out chase round back tied in the basement

its bulb gets hot and lucky with hazards

and im leaving it on all night long to keep the buzz

going on other than the flies after my neck knocking

them off by ones

my caller id’s fragile, pathogen that of a butcher i’ll be there, i’ll be there

i’ll be home

no guns in the valley ii

the certainty should trace out in your palm. i'll know what kind of man you are by the second knuckle. your smoke tastes bitter when you leave the room as i fall in love from the soft fall of the door. prepare our adjourning. i'll close my eyes in the hoodsack day or night, it's all the same when i'm buried.

the window's down. kill me or take me. my hands are tied. you talk like we've seen Arizona. i spent all my days in grief about who i should’ve been. at least i say thank you, i love you. for setting my hands right. awful sights down to the veins. we go for the canyons like gout, the wind counts the creases, routes of your palate. your voice to bedroom radio worn down. before, you would have jumped.

i have always wanted to fill this life with the shape of my body, too.

but we've got a date at the state border, in a bed with invasions homethrough the mattress. you fit the phone fare between your teeth, eating numbers. corrosion. say, i touch your face, your mappings beyond this stocking. could i be your tailored ends, the herding melodies of song. kiss me, lets start some awful beginning

there aren't any guns in the valley so you'll have to use your mouth.

i won't move. fit my nose. into that cavity. i want to. watch you swallow. every word down. i watch your. throat click while. you follow my. contortion, we are. bad mannered fools. tensing hot breath. on each other. til i'm blue.