I want to leave my soul behind and be just a body. But not this body. Any other will do.
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So, I considered the anemone and considered its syllables, and considered the way they decayed in my mouth.
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I felt my lips met his before. Skin cinnamon scented.
That pining intensity stayed
with me until morning.
how not to say father does it better than a snake,
how he folds his tongue to kill a dialect.
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My father took his women his young women outside, he did not take us his children my brother and I to the sports games.
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It was mostly dark.
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The dead are seeded in the wych elm, germinating and ripening deep in the belly of the twisted tree.
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They get to be in a beautiful place, cared for by the best, fed the best, and when they die. They welcome it.
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Do you know what a ghost is?
Maybe you think it’s a disembodied soul that wanders around your old house at night, making noises and scaring the cats.
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Titus hated Spain. It reminded him of being a virgin. Shit summers spent thinking about boys, drinking wine, and being bored.
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She never would have agreed to the horrible things—evil things—she saw herself engaged in amid these grotesque snapshots burning in her brain.
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James got the notification he was already dead when we first kissed in the elevator.
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I fucked the cow again. Dammit! What am I gonna eat now? Never eat what you fuck. It’s weird.
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Someone suggested looking to the birds, and that’s when the world noticed they were gone.
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“Am I doing this wrong?” Dionysus wrapped in amethyst, stone threaded garments masquerading as wings of feral fishermen.
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