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I went somewhere new today. I must've looked lost. when they asked me where I was from, I told them your name.

meet me

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your eyes are empty deserts songs sung in other languages stars that run for miles & miles those blurry lights that caught your sleeve on fire the shards of you stick to me linger listlessly inside the night between my ribs there’s the light peering through again under crocheted blankets at the peak of December if i could love anyone through winter let anyone run inside me like frozen pipes anyone anywhere at all it would be you it would be you only only you.

we called it lovelock

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i’ve been so afraid and never like this never so fearful to dislodge this piece in my throat to allow me to breathe, to speak, more clearly this knotted feeling, this choking, this gasping where is it from? where am I from? here, golden, in your arms here, in place of the moon i’ll light the desert to see you again i’d kiss the space between your shoulder blades i’d throw myself against the sun i’d unearth the sistine chapel i would do anything for you and that is why i am afraid. i wanted a look at you, to see if i could find myself in the process (and i have) : you are a mirror and you are a window and you are a room wide enough for the ocean to move through, the smoke the rise in, the light to catch hold (and that is where I’m from) that is what I’m told and though I have found myself, I still hold tightly to the idea that I will continue to seek later on that I will cross oceans to find myself that i will meet exotic people who tell me stories I hardly believe but i can’t imagine wanting to cross a desert for any of them for anyone but you and I see myself growing in the 4pm of your eyes the spinning gold of your hair the sounds of your cheekbones i’ve looked inside you i’ve waded in the depths of you i’ve burnt myself on your light leak & I’m home. finally.

his love came first in the form of red flowers//leaving

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kissing you is the best poem I've ever written

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and you make me weak in the knees: loving you is a poem i can’t quite write loving you is the week old rose you gave me at the door loving you is shoelaces untied, dark showers, stardust my edges are stirring like I’m ready to burst I’m listless, looking for another poem out late at night, hunting, insatiable for another thing to sink my teeth into but my mouth finds no solace without yours and i find no words to cut me deep I’m looking to bleed— I’m restless circling the night, like prey.

the long run

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everything i know of you is golden rod i know not how to say what i feel except in rain and red and rolling over each morning to find you the jagged pieces that fit so carefully next to mine i know nothing except that kissing you is a revelation your touch feels like lovers making long distance phone calls across telephone wires i can’t say anything except birds and midnight and neon uneven sidewalks rose gardens dirt you rise through me still like morning i know nothing of you except dreams haunted staircases pellet stoves and brick bars i’d suck the poison out of your lungs i’d catch the running thunder of your heart i’d cross a rotten meadow to see you smile i’d break the ocean apart to meet you in another life

(I sat in a red-toned bar & told you there’s a piece of me inside of you)

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I had a dream & someone else's laugh was bouncing on the walls— somebody caught me sleeping in an upside down river bed where we stole the neon signs and pressed them in the fog That's how I want to be remembered— bleeding into the night, running on the pavement glimmering like hopes you had I want to look like your mother I want to look like the people you've loved before I want to build shelter beneath you, grow through you, disturb your rafters and hear you creak from the weight of me I want to watch you ripple watch you stir let you slip into me unknowingly It's better here, on this side: I've loved everyone again and again given second or third chances when I shouldn't Let them drop my heart into the sink Let them crack me, unrelentlessly I have loved without thought. I have loved by accident. I have loved mercilessly. And since I am here, still, standing in one piece once again, I am hoping to love with intention, love without breaking, love carefully for reasons I cannot explain especially since there is nothing quiet or careful or subtle about loving you.

thankful // where I’m from

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Tell me every time you see me, you're trying to inhale me like smoke Tell me you see me in the leaves Tell me you want to fill your hands with me like beach sand Ask me to stay Ask me to stay Ask me to stay Tell me you look for the curve of my spine next to yours Tell me you reach for me when you sleep Tell me you say my name out loud in empty rooms just to pretend I'm still there with you Tell me I knock you down like wind I run through you I run alongside you Tell me you want to read the seams of my skin like stories Tell me you want to hear my poetry Tell me I am poetry Tell me you want to feel me feeling you Tell me this night is cold And you want my warm body beside yours Ask me to come over Ask me to stay Ask me to fill your gaps Ask me.

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I will keep writing you in empty parking lots on door steps in old old hotel hallways

I keep writing you every time you smile at me every time you laugh with every tender moment that pours from you like morning sunlight

I keep writing you in haste in fervor in lust in rust in the deepest shades of red over & over

I keep writing you, your scent filling up the passenger seat of my car your stories filling the air, dragging longer peering into parts of you after all

I keep writing you I keep trying to put you down but you are the poem, and kissing you is another poem lingering after you is a third watching you is a fourth sitting across from you beside the window, a fifth

I keep writing you because every time I kiss you, I remember why I’ve written 20 poems about your lips, your touch, your hair

I keep writing you because I wished for another poem

and here it is.

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you rise through me like a pillar of smoke /I write you poems in rain— I swell, I am swollen holding on (to this) They say if you name a ghost, it leaves but you are the first ghost I wanted to stay.

linger here longer

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I'm digging at the carpet overturning furniture dirtying my fingernails, I'm looking for loose change for old dusty puzzle pieces I'm looking for crumbs table scraps something anything I can mash together into a message, into something worthwhile I wanted this to mean something I wanted this to change us I wanted this to be the spark. I'm standing in the middle of a void waiting to hear my shout echo back but all I hear is silence all I hear is empty I'm cold & you are nowhere near. You are beyond reach. You are beyond reaching.

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But what about the poem we lodged in between slats in the blinds to let the light in? what about the difference between 4 am and 4 pm, the distance of two points and how I could never tell who was touching who How we lost each other in the spaces How it was night but it's never been brighter how we were wicks our shadows running against the wall our hands speaking your hair my hair two pieces left over on the floor I look at the sky and I see you I look at these sheets and I see you I look in the mirror and I see you But you are not seeing me. There is a haunting here and it's October And I need to find out how to pick boys like you from under my skin because I'm so tired of the bruises they leave me. I'm so sick of giving you all my light. Waiting up, to be let down.

I'd give you all my hours if I wasn't still asleep

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I’m looking for you to want to own me to want to take me home or carry me around in your pocket for days until I’m rotted to name me to follow me to eat me until I’m nothing but core, nothing but seed— to put me in dirt so I’ll grow again and you can relive me over & over I’m looking for this white hot something this claw mark this sharp poignant wanting— this eat me whole and spit me out I’m looking for you to reach across the table, to kiss me in public to think of me as I leave. I’m looking for this thing I swore I had once: this thirst this hunger this burial. I think I made it up. I fucking made it up, didn’t I?

bite me, baby

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i look for things that remind me of you that stoke your name like the last ember of coal. i remember your hungry hands your softness i think of you reaching for me, stirring beside me. with your memory, with your touch still lingering on me, i am full. i lament a universe that does not give me you again and again.

midnight

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I think of myself reading aloud to you often. I imagine you looking at me across the room, my voice swelling inside your apartment like a balloon. I wonder what you'd say, if anything. I wonder what it meant when you kissed me yesterday, if anything. I think of how, when things are new, to what degree you're allowed to miss someone. If you can miss small things in small ways, like how you roll over in the morning and look at me, your golden hair taken down, the things you might say to me then, the chance to crawl under your skin, once more the temptation to tell you that you're wanted as if that was the only place I could be vulnerable again: imagining myself sitting in your living room, reading out loud my poetry, the words I've written of you, imagining you looking at me all my words written on your face leaning in gently warmly returning them to me with your mouth as if to say, anything.

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I wanted you and I to catch fire I wanted to burn my hands on your 7 am sunbeam hair I wanted "next day and the next" I wanted to hollow each other out like spoons I wanted you to be that same boy in the car looking at me, over and over and over saying "poetry" and "essential" I wanted you to keep hanging me keep saying my name I wanted so badly not to doubt at all, and yet. I listen to the old brag of my heart as it drags its dirty laundry behind it, looking for someone to plug the holes some other careless man left. I'm looking for a resolution, for fireworks in the desert, for more nights burning like wicks. But I carry this worry inside me like sand and it groans as it tips and it tells time like an hourglass and every time it eats at me, I get heavier and I don't sleep, waiting for someone to say something like "It's over" or "You're beautiful" or "Don't give up now" or "I need to see you." I have to find a way to stay center to stay still even now when I keep tipping, the sand keeps groaning, and my heart weeps at the thought. x

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page from my notebook

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