"all good things version 2"
words i speak are the structure
of goodnight kisses. my tongue is an
architect & my teeth are a workshop of poets.
my eyes have searched for
a muse with a subtle urgency,
though never desperation. now,
i want time to hold me hostage.
i see my friends' faces in moments
of writer's block. i speak sentences
about the simpleness of money & the way
snow comes when it is needed the most.
you have made my warm blood
retreat to the corners of my body.
this is not a love poem nor is it a
renunciation. this is a heart's noise-making.
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