primary colours washing
back
the need to stay
in cities
near people
the quiet is a heart beat
muted for a mother's
anguish
the skulls
are not
crystal
the air
is not
new
but everything
is new
now.


it is not morning, nothe sun is a façade it wakes up late scrunches up its eye ballsit is not morning, no
and falls back asleep so we look through
the half closed blind and decide it is still night too


catalan nighti fall between the sticky sheets like rice paper on the roof of your mouth when you bite into a white rabbitcatalan night


when you wish you had-n't-stringing your eyes with garlands of stars i wish to impeach you, maybe impregnate you with a will to breathewhen you wish you had-n't-
(in deep)
but what are you but an incoming breath to me? an unapologetic zephyr gracing my inner vineyards
ruffling the leaves with whispers
(i understand it
isn't so collapsible, and i'm forgetting i forget you)
but when the winds turn
you're a harlot, ruining this year's yield of self (importance and confidence)
and i'm understandably drinking
up


view from 20I was picking dandelions from next doors backyard and thinking love is not just Luke-warm organs grinding together, or having somebody at the other end of a telephone line approximately sixty nine percent of the time, or lottery tickets and movie screens with a ring on a forth finger. Love is a gasping-for-breath twenty thousand foot freefall, or 120miles per hour on the motorway and four hours on an airplane to see your smile, with my chest ripped open and neck cracking more than usual. Love is hands on face on lips on cheeks, love is on the inside of our eyelids, on the inside of our veiview from 20


just cant say it enoughyou know how we liked to drink wine and eat chicken tikka and doritos in bed all day? how we liked to get kicked out of English countryside pubs or get preached at on the Paris metro?just cant say it enough
i still do.
i will love you forever.
you have this film on your bones, it's soft and calming and makes me feel safe, incased. you have a finger in my windpipe, a picture of yourself in my cranium. i have heart palpitations hiding under pavement slabs and sit on them trying to hide that i will love you forever.
you are allergic to wheat and breasts.
you are allergic t
HS1a
Thank you for being beautiful.
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