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[kadishmorris]

a modern love story

We lost weight this month my love. With all that talk of the future, curled into each other like oil and water, did we forget to eat? Isn't it funny, how we both un-latched from our mothers breasts and left behind cities our hips outgrew, with a hunger that we believed would keep us fat and now, the few pennies we have staring from the bookshelf can’t buy us bread and our dreams, well, we’re still churning them into butter. How naive we were. How naive and optimistic and romantic we were when we thought ourselves all belly and gout. We stare at our plates and think the moon never looked so bankrupt. What a disappointing narrative. The boy and girl whose ribs became instruments. Whoever told us hope would make for good beef is now somewhere, alone, perhaps eating their own hands 

[kadishmorris]

why they all left

She was sour she was, all old milk and mouthful of vomit, good wine left out becoming vinegar. What’s honey to a woman who can make her own name sound like a bomb threat?  And wow, how she makes it feel like All the fruit in the world is rotting right right right now. When you’ve been bitter too long a time, the body becomes a jar Just a place where the heart pickles  What man could possibly have enough sugar to love something That is better left alone in the dark?  And leaves wounds ringing in the mouth