Dec 23, 2024
Desire & quiet moon
The crush is fleshless & so it peeled me, kicked up derma rubble released into orbit, each face is its own planet on their own accord, in his face is petal republic good as desire: peony, dahlia, oblivious rose, chrysanthemum. My stomach strums a pitiful ballad, my struggle oval shaped, & I am beavertail, I lose you for good as desire— love is impossible to be in trouble with, sit down if your head's on fire.
Dorothy Lune