because you are not an artist.i know that when you look at love you see books and papers and math and miles and sentences that are too long and confusing to read all the way through and the way you look at me with contempt when i hold your naked back makes me want to scream and cry and slap your knuckles with rulers like I am a nun and i know you don't believe in God so it won't matter when i tell you that i think our love-making is the answer to too many unspoken prayers of the people we don't know who litter the earth with their indecisiveness.because you are not an artist.
BECAUS
Mitosismitosis is the Splitting of all cells and only an artist can see how accurately that portrays you and me.Mitosis
I am watching you sleep but I know you hardly dream; your life has been a slow hysterectomy of the heart
and artificial insemination of the mind.
I exist with you and I cannot decide whether or not this has become a blessing or an infection.
you and I, we could probably watch our lives pass together and spend broken nights in bed watching each other like car accidents but dreaming
Call Me Difficult*Call Me Difficult
We went for a walk that wore the sleeves of adventure, hiking through my neighboring field and
when you told me
to ‘wait right here’ I did
(and I think my heart mistook that for
proposal because she replied with a double-thump and smile saying of course I’ll wait for you)
and I watched you walk through the trees until barely visible. But it was in the moment of your return
I saw boyish curiosity which brimmed your eyelids I could not say “Cody, your eyes are for skydiving and your hands are my parachute. Without you I feel nothing bu
Irra
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I hear
your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.
-LeRoi Jones
~M
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And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everythings made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
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