SaccharinI remember his hands; warm and ready, fumbling with the draw-string on his shorts, itching to start and aching to finish. Hands the color of coffee, sweetened with two creams, saccharin-sex and youth.Saccharin
Breathe, I think. Just breathe. I breathe, and the wet-sour stink settles in my nose and mouth, and I can see him on the basketball court, and on the field; his muscles moving too sweetly under his skin that is not-sweet-enough.
I'm doing something right, I know, because he works his pelvis involuntarily, and his breath comes quick and hot and needi
RightingHis too-small hands grasping awkwardly and carefully scrawling in heavy black lines, a memory of a dream. His thoughts, like roots grown in reverse, steadily leak his pencil’s life-blood into the barren soil of the page.Righting
Underground, shapeless salamanders search his veiled imaginings with blinded eyes. What colors burst before their lacking sight,
as with disorderly conduct they stash clumsy letters in the bellybutton of his mind, there to be found when
his literary finger goes a-searching for lint. Satellites of sensory stimu
The View from Twenty OneAt twenty-one, I know to look closely at views from rooms I will not be sleeping in again.The View from Twenty One
Kneeling at the dusty sill, I feel it breathing soft green sighs of grass and dandelion into a house on loan.
Through dirt-smudged windows I acquaint myself with soy-beans and old oak trees dropping small whispers, death-brown secrets
flung into blue February air, keening with the memory of Winter. The memories are more truth than dream now. Something in me is changing, something
that is like the afternoon sound of our laught
Subtlety: For Jon-LawWe have known Japanese subtlety.Subtlety: For Jon-Law
By the ingratiating bow and the point are given.
One-hundred-sixty for friend,
for chief of company 90.
Obedience feeling is sluggish,
it is measured with memory to the measurement which is extreme,
in the angular all plain and the graph makes the corner-cutting
records our places of the line.
How whether it is from speech important, because it is what, designate your condition as the air.
Like the grain of the United States
which is taken balance with those
damned difficult chopsticks &
Texting: 1, 2, 3...
Lonely
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<smoking-mirrors>I can pretend to have a penis for you, Joe.
<smoking-mirrors>Just like when I was a little girl.
<smoking-mirrors>Except I was a mermaid then.
<caveatLECTOR>with a penis?
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<smoking-mirrors>I can pretend to have a penis for you, Joe.
<smoking-mirrors>Just like when I was a little girl.
<smoking-mirrors>Except I was a mermaid then.
<caveatLECTOR>with a penis?
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<smoking-mirrors>I can pretend to have a penis for you, Joe.
<smoking-mirrors>Just like when I was a little girl.
<smoking-mirrors>Except I was a mermaid then.
<caveatLECTOR>with a penis?
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