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| is it in my head?
the rhythm of your breath (demanding) against my chest?
did you leave some imprint?
a negative?
(quick, now look at a white wall
holy shit it's jesus h.)
or is it real?
did i carry your breath with me?
(what's that word again-
synchronicity?)
maybe something got fuzzy with the quanta
between you and me
mayhaps we're entangled
i wouldn't be surprised
not with your eyes
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| folded over the back seat of a limo
shotgun! yelled the bridesmaid and everybody jumped
matching red and black like meg and jack,
three nations instead of (lucky) seven
symmetrical about our peril, gawdy pleather heaven
tacky topless cake,
since the figurine politicks turned out too tricky to figure
what with "traditional" aunty jane and her delicate constitution
fortunately
the bride isn't preggers yet
dad and his fat brothers are havin' fun packin' nonetheless
symmetrical about the cross, three short legs + one long
and that would be the story? the home video for afters?
before keira's tragedy, this hallucinated airport rubbish
without all that we were immune, jet set and well fit
too far up
to think ever too seriously about falling
symmetrical about the harsh wells of gravity
bizarre, said the priest, and he's been to exorcisms
don't drop the rings, we're slipping into each other without them
uncle billy dances with the kids, one on each foot
we're all third wheels
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| oh good moods"and all the hospitals and libraries, all the pretty girls, the bright lights, the big city, interstate concrete arteries that can carry me across the country where the people speak the same language as me" | | |
| breathe wider now. in the course of your fabric, your fleeting dimensions, your quantum foam that makes me... think these thoughts so unscientific. breathe wider now, for you and i together have laid to rest a decades-old conundrum: it is necessary that we find ourselves broken. not for sin, or death, or morphine drips. we find ourselves broken that our completion may be instinctive. breathe wider, because this day we have proven that love is a four-letter word and that time is one too. where you had hungered before, now the cramp is harsher, as eating a snack will make its lightness so unbearable. breathe wider, because the wrongs and the hurts of the wider world are no match for our arrogant empathy. and when we strap ourselves to the swings, the dynamite and the chorus, the stars will glitter loudly in our lungs and there will be everything for us. | | |
| m'crane wife m'crane wife
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