It's been headaches abrupt as sunrise since you
Casually clarified you're not a homosexual
and in the verbal static I quit stroking your hair.
Counting the days til we relocate
Cities apart, we've had enough.
Eggs agitate to hatch.
What are we full up of, measuring cup, to enough?
Intentions doomed like foam whinnying
In language seeps, all bridgeward.
But you are an adventurous hour,
A wonderstate of shedding loss like screaming Fuck you too at trains
I'm responsible to you as I'm responsible to myself.
You taught me prayer breathing
Which I use to find my small animal belly,
Which my first born will die of
And come from, my hips an open nexus
Like I could wash them in moonlight,
Like my tipped tendons could catch rainwater.
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