My tongue's not tied.. It's mangled When I try to mend words when we're entangled; Minds melt / bodies scrambled. Mangled | 011124 -Crypticqueen
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My tongue's not tied.. It's mangled When I try to mend words when we're entangled; Minds melt / bodies scrambled. Mangled | 011124 -Crypticqueen
Scoff, then Flick your brow to the right. I sure do L O V E When you speak far write. Axiomatic I'm Socratic Let's co-conflate It's called SARCASM, Betty... I wouldn't expect you to understand | 012224 -Crypticqueen
I placed lines of sugar water on my porch You, the butterfly Came for a drink. For around a year, you visited every morning And lingered inside the house for hours. It started off good– I would even call it great But one day, everything turned right-side-up And soon I’d never know what to do Next after sex. I already memorized how you inhale from your chest. We became an eclipse that never fully lapsed. And sure enough, One day I decided to put out salt water on my porch. When you came for your routine drink I looked at you, the moth. You saw me peering from my window. You flew away And I became ok with knowing that I’d never see you, in any form, again
a(lt), (re)fresh, start
i. I knew it was the last time When you closed the door after I Walked off your porch. ii. I lingered too see if you’d Watch me watching you through your window. iii. You didn’t. iv. I stood there— Outside your house— Staring, Like I was lost. v. It was my home too— Not just your house, But you. vi. You were my home too. vii. Now I’m homeless.
Crypticqueen | Homeless
i.
You're the beginning of --
You're the end of --
Incognito issues;
Which box of empty tissues?
ii.
I; red ribbon wrapped around
Index finger-dream.
iii.
Siamese amputees;
Tell me your twin fantasies
And how I fall into your shortlist
iv.
Marula-drunk elephants;
I'd take the fruit too.
A two-tone step perspective
We're sepia and sanguine sandwitches.
Sandwitches | Crypticqueen
Adornment and ornament
Of ears
Self sacrifice my vice
On a rising cancer moon
Flesh & fantasy
Ride the wave of frantically
Battery-powered will-power
Mutilation | Crypticqueen
i.
Appropriation or appreciation
Cat suit-tight values
On a whim stallions.
ii.
Ask for permission before
You intrude on my heart
The royal we / to anarchy.
iii.
Give your valentines flowers to the hounds.
They'll eat them then
Shit on the floor.
Anarchy | Crypticqueen
Day 1:
Prodigal sun,
If i can change the
Currents of our lives
I'd entwine
Yours with mine.
Trade my yesterday with
Her tomorrow -
I would borrow
Your temper
For my sorrow
Day 1 | Crypticqueen