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two honey bees scribble
across Rupi’s milk
her tragic black paperback

on a blank kitchenette
empty plastic cup
waiting for a purpose
I tell it
but who am I to
say anything

Rupi says it all

if her grace has been missed
you should find it
gather up her past
in her shadow
and twist it
into purple origami

for me to dry
each drop
that falls because
of ways men
have touched her


it doesn’t matter that she is blank
to you
i see her
scribbled in fine

so many want her
I am not alone

in this I have thought
about her since

so many have had her
some by accident
or not – no matter –
when she craves
a taste of you
she will have you

some do not want her
cold caress
stealing their breath

but others – like me
flirt with her heavy
zero our rifles
just enough
to taste silver

for me and sarah

Your rage is inverted
a past and a storm
mixing, a cocktail
spiked by Her laughter

a stork blocks Heaven from
any chance of Me
the courts
are eternal in
God’s eyes

so I am the sea now
I am green and

We move in calm procession
a block steadies our
thoughts – Her glass, Her great
fish jaws, and soon We are
lanterns floating high-tide

by every way the Earth breathes
We should meet with dead
shoulders, shrugged
off Each Other

I follow beauty like
a shadow, I live
miraculously hollow
waiting on lies
laying on My altar

You question every raw answer
a priest walking on
water, take My meteor!
Eat it.
Your world might
multiply if We feed it.

We are Mighty brave
in a rotten state, two Wretches
crawling on the surface

They can’t see us as ants –
take my hair off
fate grudges
the snakes are coming

I have lost My ending
You beg cold against
the same heat in Hell
I ran away from

What are We then?
We chance ourselves
to nothing –

He crosses Seven
times despite
the waves of Our Ocean

Let’s leave Him to His handsome
His misery is His to drown in

in a moment


a moment like that
like this
is crucial

lightning strikes,
dry heat
takes place

the sweet kiss
on my cold shoulder

I find seconds
in days
that last
forever waiting
to speak

whisper even

because tragedy
has hands
that rip through
this soul

this particular soul
that sleeps
like a demon
in benediction

that opens a
in his direction –

even the desert would
freeze over
if it knew him

because its how i feel


thick wind has come back
I’m under attack
take my heart back
black thunder
rips across the land

the sky’s dry
frying like I
fingertips split black
sit back
venom drips down my throat
I spit back

a damned sky cracks
white lightning flash
words clash so fast
blast from the past

a knife
and a shadow
a ghost
in the past tense
I can see through
me and you

a solid path
blood bath

peel me apart
I’m see through
deep deep breath 

fuck you