according to an old me:
east coast babies
collar bone dips
blood boos, drop to lip
brute maybes
bathed in slip

kept
kept at bay
putting glass in the fruit
harboring glass in my stomach
only slivers
only the most precious shards
angry me morsels
kept
kept at bay

apple-eyed
& pool-sized pores
day-old ulcers
whilst
whilst

baited lore
feathered lure
nicked fingers sore
abundant jewell’d lore
in a gothic pennsylvania

you must of forgot how ugly I was
transcending wreckage
& fussing in plywood cradles

mermaid purses strung
& strangled
just not so

smoke slowly curled
from lips
gleaming golden lips
ancient ills
avoiding subtle secrets
found in oil
slumbered shores boiled
from lips
smoke lightly coiled

pale purple dimness
opaque
opaque bag
opaque body bag
cocooned plastic
divinely unmarked
my medieval emotions
con-caved heart

only deckle-edged
side eyeing carats
albeit glassy-eyed
a paean to delirium
you’re my tryst
you
you are my tryst
albeit long in the tooth

braiding limbs
6; 8; 10
enGORGED in burrows
sump
sump
sump
some say
Some say
stay
stay
stay
the greediest orchestras
sump
sump
sump
//childish\\
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