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quiet supports
backing stress held in tendons

your nerve endings
forever acting under pressure

file issue after issue
beneath tissue wound taut

connect it all
accept bodily condition



how my stomach churns!
acidity ripping through memories
as I find that
you have erased me
from your pixelated footprints.
how meaningless
did you intend to make this
after going through the motions?
you rip me,
you rip me
like fragile newsprint
only meant to formulate
skill and technique
through repetition —
excuse me,
excuse me
for taking you
I take my forevers,
not in numbers,
but in stability.

you continue to shake me.

you don’t know what I want

There is a spider who wants to pry the keys from my fingers, but how long will my clutch linger? I want to run towards October, arms thrown up high, reaching for autumn colour. My feet say yes to each and every step it takes to get to you, but my mouth refuses any mention of emotion.

“Excuse me, I want you. I love you, and I want to kick your ass, but I could never — I would never kick your ass.”

Who in the right mind would even say that?

“But I would kick anyone’s ass if they ever hurt you.”

I apologize, I never received my bachelors in flirting. Even if I did, my word work would barely change. Brutality is just honesty given in direct fashion, which I have found to be far more effective in “getting bitches”, as my friends would say. So they say. So they say.