wildseed's young girl.
if i was as fearless as i claim i am
last night, i woulda wrote you and said:
goodnightgoodnightgoodnight i give
you a sweet tomorrow.
but there's the iknow former
other lover roommate conferences
sleep too late friendships i turned
a candle in your candelabrum maybe
you noticed? the hole in the loafers
i left by your door.
writing you would only underestimate
the atlantic/ like a messenger bird
between us since our last death.
before,
i jumped every plank cuz you was waiting
and you shanked every culprit try and come for me.
there's a hater in every crowd. last time we rode every
rocket til we trumpet. and i stole every star cuz they was tryin do
too much. i stitched every scar into a cover we could
dance under, i must
remember now, to give you
room. before
i swallowed
every rain, sick
with missing
you away.
youhearme?
part my legs,
sink.
swat the mundane from my mouth:
goodnightgoodnightgoodnight and
ten thousand tomorrows
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