"'love poetry to myself from the perspective of others that I fantasize them having'"
Notes to Self are longer journal entries from Seven Yrs Ago. I was 21 in early 2014.
“love poetry to myself from the perspective of others that I fantasize them having”
she’s got a mouth that
could tear me
apart, she swears this
thru fucks and bitches
clenched teeth
her lips
in evident sneer
we haven’t even touched
and I’m sinking into
the change of an understuffed
reclined chair
shotgunning forward
into coffee rings of stale leather
approaching empty in back
and opportunity to refill
affronts us, me,
laminated glass
no safety
we roundhouse the corner
to the crunch of mandible splitting
gravel erupture
beefing cleft to chin
gash ruby dimples
breaching blue flame
of the cage I’ve taken
residence in
while you pike your turn
towards oblivious void
I develop a taste for asphalt.
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