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there's a looseness in my jeans
10am came like a heart attack
i took a shower and i
didn't think of what you're up to
i'm making art from garbage
10am came like a heart attack
nobody's coming over
it's called self care or something
i bought a loofa and i'm not texting you back
(girl you know i used to love you
in a gay way
but ever since i bought this loofa
i'm taking 5 showers a day
and i don't think about you except
on the weekends
and certain weeknights
i'm clean as a whistle it's a little excessive honestly)
am i a nutcase or
was that more fragile than we thought it was?
i'm drinking tea and i'm fine alone
i bought a loofa and i'm not texting you back
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xxxsadboi 2 (demo)
04:09
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Boyle’s law, party of maximum occupancy?
It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to
Crop tops burlesque
storming the threshold
to evade the storm
the tornado in whose face,
on the way in, we spat.
This July, with the city
coughing up bullets, the faucets
oozing regurgitated lead like
mama birds, minimum wagers, factory butches, part time musicians settling
into their stoops like effluvium
in a sea salt lung, like dust from a bulldozed
crack house onto its neighbors’ roofs,
like strangers dressed as photons
filtering over my threshold,
out of and beyond the storm, Boyle’s law
the way the small volume doubles, triples
the pressure. I have gathered you here
tonight into a knot, into an un-untwistable braid, to declare a state of emergency, to climb up ropes made of the person in front of you.
Turn that person in front of you
around gently then sling that sexy
schmuck over your shoulder like precious
cargo, cock-a-hoop.
Shake their hand
tell them a name
break their ice with your teeth
gnaw them into a shape they find
acceptable.
Newfound happiness like
sandpaper on our work’s edges but c'est la we. Someone hold this scene like a child for as long as it takes. Cry if you’re moved. It’s summer in south bend. I’ve declared this city’s queers untouchable.
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there's a looseness in my jeans
10am came like a heart attack
i took a shower and i
didn't think of what you're up to
i'm making art from garbage
10am came like a heart attack
nobody's coming over
it's called self care or something
i bought a loofa and i'm not texting you back
(girl you know i used to love you
in a gay way
but ever since i bought this loofa
i'm taking 5 showers a day
and i don't think about you except
on the weekends
and certain weeknights
i'm clean as a whistle it's a little excessive honestly)
am i a nutcase or
was that more fragile than we thought it was?
i'm drinking tea and i'm fine alone
i bought a loofa and i'm not texting you back
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