May 2012
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Pussycat Interstellar Naked Hotrod Mofo Ladybug...
…there are things about you i collect and sell to no one. i journal them in a book you gave me with the inscription,
‘don’t leave your ribcage in the icicle air. something will break…’
…you are an electric chair disguised as a la-z-boy recliner and i find comfort in you…
…crush me with the satisfaction of your black misted, unclocked breath. i...
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I screamed at myself in the subway
for writing poems about you still.
I made a...
– —-Jon Sands
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I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come ‘round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you’ve just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper...
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An Origin Story
But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both. I want to share every single one of your sunshines and save some for later. I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rains fall hard. Friend, I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself. I want to be the air in your lungs that reminds you to breathe easy. When the walls...
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Listen, if I had to make a list
of everything everywhere
and I mean...
– —- Buddy Wakefield (Giant Saint Everything)