depollute me

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@sylvanpriest
depollute me
something of me is released during sundogs squinting cotton drowning out my mouth three flares for three generations
I only need the bugs puttied on our knuckle hairs your spit congealed on my lashes spared
the sacrum is sacral
I will feel every texture compiled quickly in warning as if I were symbolic as if I could ever be traversable by anybody else
greenhouse effect
I was once a thousand other things Now i'm not
I don't understand why
half waif, salt candy
depollute me
i have only ever loved men that i wanted to be.
which is to say i have only ever loved potential. lives where i am braver, gentler, more giving than i have the capacity to readily be.
i covet the journeys of the men resting at my waist, their bangs matted to their brows, their mouths full of me.
it is always the closest i feel to divinity.
something of me is released during sundogs squinting cotton drowning out my mouth three flares for three generations
I only need the bugs puttied on our knuckle hairs your spit congealed on my lashes spared
the sacrum is sacral
I will feel every texture compiled quickly in warning as if I were symbolic as if I could ever be traversable by anybody else
Our Share of Night, Mariana Enriquez
I was once a thousand other things Now i'm not
I don't understand why
half waif, salt candy
two spirit loml
cathedral gum
something of me is released during sundogs squinting cotton drowning out my mouth three flares for three generations
I only need the bugs puttied on our knuckle hairs your spit congealed on my lashes spared
the sacrum is sacral
I will feel every texture compiled quickly in warning as if I were symbolic as if I could ever be traversable by anybody else
christen me but on the foaming lilt this time with the sway of pthalo body rocking talcum rock I most often turn to god when I remember the Pleistocene pelts peeling off the back of a bleeding mammal saffron and fossils salts seep between my creases tendons waxy, waning I am religious here and so little elsewhere -jm
two spirit loml