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like the phases of the moon i look up and see you in the stars but your hands are still cold and they leave soft scars on my arms pulling down alarms as you walk, everybody screams while we talk face like white chalk and i write with your lips on your knees there are grass stains to remind you of me and our place i cross my fingers and pray that when you trip you look down and when you look down you see how i made marks on your flesh and from your mouth escapes a sound that sounds a little like me and you see that i don't sleep i only swim and sink in my bed my sheets are not cotton but they are cold water, i guess all i'm hoping to do is turn another shade of blue so you'll see that i'm not only the other side but i'm the sky, i'm her careless eyes, i'm alive

11:53 PM

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Tuesday, March 06, 2007

invalid

i'm much better when i act like i don't care just a little more than i do. unravel me, unfold me. i have these layers, you see, and each one is just a little too much around me. i can't breathe. so peel me. and when i make you cry, just wipe your eyes. it's simple. you can't make this shit up. nobody made a movie script out of your story. but i did. i covered you in letters and stamps and photographs, made you legit legal real. this is a one time show, so show some skin. some people are just brave and the rest get covered in snow. i eat by accident. and i run on lines white as coke. i walk in a straight line and when i go, i flow. this time, you can see my skin. get close enough and you can get drunk off my scent. just talk, i'm brave, i stayed. sit here long enough, and we'll be angels made of snow.

10:14 PM

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Monday, February 19, 2007

chocolate

where's the light and where's the bread the ghosts are waiting to be wed i watched you turn and then you said "where are you sleeping? where are you sleeping tonight?" i have to go, your chair is next to the metal bed. death has long been overfed but i refuse to share my cure. i know your breath and your sound, your fingers are warmth that have often found me sleeping safely underground, i'm sleeping safely underground. i heard the cardinal when she crashed, she made the morning come too fast. the moon has long moved over our house and are you okay with that? there are no ghosts i haven't met. our fingers pass over the glass and i cannot break it down. i cannot break it down.

11:46 PM

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Sunday, February 11, 2007

the words are just coming out, i don't know why or meaning or how

this is my postcard life, from start to finish. never a test i couldn't pass, never a night i couldn't last. this is my view on abortion. this is my abortion. i can turn sand into gold. i can put bread into your father's hands, a bottle into your mother's. the stars you wished on don't seem quite as far away now. can you see the distance between distance between distance? i've lived in sand castle cities with more life than this one. this is your ability to relate. this is my way out, my name, my blood, my hands. let me see your hands. i am a doctor, i can sew the pieces together. i am a surgeon, i have made your heart beat twice as fast as it should. this is my estimated value. this is my postcard life, my abortion, my wine.

2:34 AM

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Friday, February 09, 2007

again

here's your scripture lies. here's your clouded skies, your polished mind. here's your ruined field goal line. here's your cup of tea your gallon of milk your loose grip. just let go. here's your solid stare your four ton glare hold your breath and gasp for air. your sawed fingers and spit, they're all a part of this. one hundred and nine degrees kiss what? kiss this, your fourth fifth and sixth near miss.

4:08 AM

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Friday, February 09, 2007

icarus

here's your face, face it your stereotypical thighs blink black eyes closed until tomorrow. i've never said it better, i've never opened wider, never painted bluer couldn't put cold in words better than you put it in a room. and i guess if you had a cough i wouldn't ask you to talk but it seems you're so far between speak and touch you just forgot so much. do you want to see that scar? less like a gunshot and more like a knife less like heaven and more like life. almost like words but you forgot to tell, just so enthralled you didn't notice how deep a fall. is the desert really that dry or is it just selfish, tried to fly but only melted

3:19 AM

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Saturday, February 03, 2007

write a lot, think less

i've always wondered why you liedown at night little devil and why your arms eyes and thighs stick out like the high rise in the skies like lies and maybe everything is just so simple, to sleep, and close your smiles forever to walk on stilts you must get tired and i see the cheaper way i've always looked for the shortcut to another day and another chance to ridicule and criticize you, little devil, maybe inside your dreams you weep and can't see the cheaper way and change maybe is just too deep for you to step in, maybe what i always thought could've stood another think, maybe your eyes fall to make it easier to wait for the next phone call, and you sleep because your sheets don't flow the way they used to, maybe you sleep because you're trying to get that back maybe we all just lie down and crawl and crawl and crawl to pass the days to get you back, little devil

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