a poet; give me insatiable love
it’s hard to make the tangible out of cruel things
when i feel so tenderized and shameful.
you used to be my most violent creature,
which makes a belly full of you
dreadful on days like this.
The air deep is cold dust
Say, what is sacred to you?
Lost eyes in shadow mist
Remember the glint when you can
You were like a morning kiss
I made you into a real man many times.
I used to think about all the things I think you are.
Put you into boxes to hold you better. Turn you rotten.