inflection point
inflection point
infect me with your biggest shortcoming
in fact, my nose is clear even in this weather
whether you can tell my vices from my wisest lies
is a story
full of love but empty anyway, i clear my throat
because i still love the people i know i wish i did not
impish impulses imply ammunition – come,
expedite the decay of this hole
ignore my stupid heart trying to heal everything
kneel into the loveless elbow of the river – do you even know the word for the warm skin between your chin and your throat in your own language? your funny bone? for the little piece of the bone in your foot you’ve broken ever since a child?
cradle me like a napkin: i’m weak to sandwiches named after girls
groove like this is our bedroom: the vibe is that we don’t talk about it
shakily whisper beside me: i have bags & bags of clarity now
a wish, a little like the name of the parents of everyone i know,
scribbled into my notepad for a reason beyond ur mom jokes
and for a desire that doesn’t end up with me brushing my teeth,
laughing at the mirror
i realized that the thing crawling on back all these years was forgiveness
years and years of hating something beyond me, it transformed into something inside of me
bacne might not mean much but it’s on me:
on me like the kindless art that is her shaky whisper
on me like bags and bags of clarity: it’s clear to me
on me like the disbelief of having made myself into a poem
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