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Monthly Archives: November 2015

Shelter

Let me shelter in the warmth of your heart
and let me stay there all my life
Clear me out a space among your dreams,
I, who can never be called “wife”.
Let me shelter in the warmth of your heart
as I have rested in your bed,
satisfied with just our tangled limbs,
and clothes still waiting to be shed.
Let me shelter in the warmth of your heart
-In mine you settled long ago,
made room for yourself among my dreams,
and though I urged, you would not go.
Let me shelter in the warmth of your heart
and let me stay there all your life.

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November 20th, 2015

November 20th, 2015

I will find myself some
Garage-forecourt flowers
Lay them down at some
Arbitrary wayside shrine.
Much easier than
Bringing myself to dwell on
The murder and suicide and
Burying under a false name.

And Rosa, just as sweet,
Lies six feet short of
Being treated like a human,
Wig askew on a caved-in skull.

To His Lover, In Bed

Jesus H. Christ, John-
How come your feet are so soft?
They’re feet for fuck’s sake.