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Lolll *washes up unconscious on the shore* Yaaaaayyy
i was abandoned as a baby & raised by a wild pack of cigarettes
iMac G3, 1998
Ophiocordyceps myrmecophila on western black carpenter ant (Camponotus modoc)
Fool me once I kill myself on the spot
cock reveal in 12,000 years
11,999 years
11,998 years
John Steinbeck, East of Eden
Orchards in bloom, blazes of red matrimony. Fields like white curtains out a window and from the kitchen comes the smell of splayed heart, sacrament of earth and dew studded flesh in July. There was a hummingbird in my throat. Beneath the sinew and gore rose the beat of its wings. He saw it because he was there, beyond and over and between it all, a blond coastline webbed in my fingers. And he was beautiful. I told him so.
You’re the song through the glades
hummed between the blades of sleepless nights
waft of earth,
blinding blue solstice
like a homecoming.
You’re the eyes pointed at the moon,
a sought sorrow,
accepted and thrumming, heavy like a stone
polished effigy of soul
to reveal the kaleidoscope center of you
that I keep tucked under my ribs.
Your eyes on me an anointing—something holy, wholly devoted
And when the sun peeks through the blinds of the Earth it’s beautiful because it lights your face
The beauty of the world,
my world.
Oh, how it belongs to you.
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