the blush slowly
fades off your face...
The day boykeats on tumblr wrote that his god
rested on his teeth the way light rested in the...
After being tended to by parents, who had more...
than love—who called out for a more benevolent...
The days are warmer now—you spill everywhere,
even the shadow is formed in your shape...
Who else would remember— their first night...
fluorescent tubes, and the lone waitress who...
Her hand atop yours, and on the inside, you are...
at daybreak no less, you could not part. You did...
I want to share the sunset with you, I don’t...
reduced to slivers of photographs and pixels...
Maybe forgetting is first, and death comes...
because we gave it meaning by connecting the...
Junk email reads...
I come bearing fruit from the northern isles—you...
and wonder which flesh is sweeter, more tender...
In a language of lament and mourning—poetry...
verses like ’stranded among the living/called...
Fragrances are the decalcomania of elegant flowers...
Butterflies are the flowers decalcomania in...