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An icy june in the tropicals
A season of brown savnnah
When the temperature in our land sets low
And the struggles of life rise high
This is when I choose us, I choose us over the rest

In the corridors of the hospital
With burning smells of disinfection
In air filled with high hopes
This is where I want us
A pair of us saving lives

Back on the beautiful bed we share
Lying exhausted side to side
As tired as giant armadilos
After a long day of fighting Azrel
Is the life I pray for us.

Above all, and above every one
Above the famous nosocomial joke
I choose to be with you
For this is my life, and I made my choice
And I choose us.

No one knows how it started or came to be
None matter now
Snowflakes of disease
Fall from the infested clouds
And grow small flowers of illness

Young lady and younger dog
Pink leash matched with a pink coat
They play happily in the snow
Tomorrow’s moon marks day 3
Death’s sickle sounds soft in fresh snow

Fenced within the forest
The two do not mind
They continue to run and laugh and speak to each other
Like none other was there

The scientists and beings of medicine watch the pair
Learning the virus’ pattern
They play
Grow tired
Collapse
And play again
Two coffins wait for their arrival

Yet, morrow’s sun rises
Lass and Lassie have long gone
Fence intact and footsteps snowed over

Their cadaver’s were never found
Forest hand picked apart
And home searched over and over
The two must be happy together alone
Ancient sickle has frozen over it seems

WHY DON’T YOU GET BACK WITH CINDY
SHE KNEW HOW TO LOVE YOU
It wasn’t my ex wife’s nastiest tirade but it was nastier than usual
And you know, that’s what happened when she left
The universe has a funny way of speaking in irony
And it’s ironic that a few serendipitous swipes would have your picture sitting in my face
Gorgeous, untouched by time
I remember all the wrongs I had done to you
And parts of dead hopes I buried
Along with the bluebird in my chest
Long ago
I swiped right, you had already said yes

We picked up where we left off
Karma had been repaid 10 fold
Evident by what I just got out of
I atoned for my wrongs and in your sweet grace
you still saw the golden heart in my chest
You’ve been the only one to ever hold it
Your touch was so dainty, your hands tiny and tattooed
You always said you fit when I held you
I finally agreed, All of these years later

We were supposed to get married
We imagined what our kids would have looked like
The parents we’d be to each others
We shared our souls
We made love with passion
I’ve only known true passion with you, and that’s why we never work

The last time we were intimate
It wasn’t intimacy
It was fucking
Olympic level fucking
You’re delicate, and I told you I never wanted to hurt you again,
Emotionally or physically
But it was your birthday, and you wanted it
harder, and harder

Deep enough to touch your lungs you said
Until I turned you on your stomach and you couldn’t take more
Ravished
The heat of the June night cranked up 10 degrees

And with your blissful smile and those cut eyes
I knew deep down that’s what I’ve been to you
I know why your sons name is a play on mine
Despite him being the same race as his father
I’m a toxic fuck imprinted on your heart
And a whole me is to much of a old friend
rather than THE old fuck

Did you get that baby turtle on your ankle for me?

My crybaby

My little black suicide girl

I was nothing to you
but you were
everything to me.
Just a little something
to show you how
I love you too.
I’ve loved you
this entire time.
I’m sorry I didn’t
repeat those
three little words
back that night.
Can’t even imagine
how the pit of your
my stomach must’ve felt.
There’s a lump in
my throat where your
heart used to be.
I’m like a wounded cat
trying to receive love.
Simply incapable.
I’ve never experienced
what love was or could
be, should be
before you

Oh well.

The cab would have been too much,
did you take the bus?

The asphalt felt soft as I walked with
her to our favourite park.

Dating abroad never works.
I think we make better friends anyway.

When you lay your head
On my bare chest
I found it sinking in.
Slowly.
Through my flesh.

You fell asleep,
Like an infant, unaware.
But the lead weight
Of your skull
Wasn’t an infant’s.
You sank slowly
Through my chest,
Between my breast.

Was it the weight of the memories you collected.
Or the hidden sorrows.
Or the broken promises.
Or the things from the past

FABLE OF FOOTSTEPS

Through bramble and brush,
Slow or a rush,
Over gravel or stone,
Far from home,
Cloudy or rain,
When you were in pain,
I’ve been there,
Regardless of wear,
With you all the way,
Day after day.

When you were uninspired,
I never tired,
When you needed protection,
From infection,

When you needed support,
From that wart,
Mile after mile,
Pile after pile,
No matter dusk or dawn,
If you’re feeling stepped on,
Or under tread,
Step with me instead.

On one foot or two,
I’ll get you through,
Love you,
Your shoe

Crafted truth
might grow playthings
The first step
treats
Then tired problems,
most powerful frenzy.
Then
the
moment.

inspired by “A Rumor” by Safia Elhillo

say i sunk my teeth into a peach
say the sweet juice dripped down my chin

from the place where my lips part
down to the curve of my jaw

say i painted my face with a cherry
& tied the stem in a knot with my tongue

say i am a performer say i made a choice
when i chose to eat the peach

say that i was too proud say that i deserved
to be torn apart and sewn back together

with the petals of black dahlias
say i am a wife & not a husband

say i am a slut swimming down a river
say he should have held me under

& saved them all the trouble
say i’m confused say it’s just a phase