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For your consideration (again) I don't sing anymore,For your consideration (again) by ~RhapsodyinAlto
or so you said to me.
I don't sing anymore, love.
When I open my mouth it's
static and silence because
you're not patient
when it comes to analog
the way that I am.
I need
your finger on the dial tone
sifting through the interference
to wait for the words
I'm trying to find. But
you're the type to
skip a track
as soon as it stutters.
I don't sing any more or
-- maybe --
your ears are too full from
the echoes of all the things I forgot to do
the difference in our opinion
(your phone's quiet vibration at
2am every night, when you think I'm asleep
and deaf to your indiscretion).
All you
For Your Consideration Dear Boy:For Your Consideration by ~RhapsodyinAlto
all I want
is
your summersunsmile
on my sheets in the morning.
my lips
to be your favorite flavor
(no matter what lip gloss I have on)
your hand in mine
as my heart triptripbeats over sand dunes and old scars.
In return,
I am prepared to give you everything.
(Dear Me:
Please don't fuck this up.)
b. Caniniform I've becomeb. Caniniform by ~skerd22
quite aware
of my teeth.
Namely
their glinting,
their glaring,
and sharpening.
All my edges
are indiscreet
as my words
saw on
atop severed feet.
Then:
a chain,
a scream,
a link.
Sacrificed flesh
given weight
to sink.
A taste of
revenge
for an act
of heat.
The meaning
of being
answered
succinct.
i gave my heart to his that day
the sun set on our warm embrace
but brightness fades and shines give way
in time i found my heart and feet misplaced
border-speak At the border, they slice openborder-speak by *TheFoxAstronaut
languages, like scientists,
make hybrid creatures of the tongue
feeble things struggling at a crawl
against the dysentery
the slurs
cracked lips in the cold
trembling.
Letter by letter
they emerge, unknown to man.
A newborn, in hell.
And the so-called Hallelujahs
are a comfort,
warm soup on the rainy days
where the women laugh in shame
where the plastic bags cover babies, for warmth
where they burn the roadkill,
the half-rotted animal corpses
with organs stolen
dignity fading as they fester
fires roaring,
a city, with the romance of Paris
glistens from the highest peak of hell
an impossi
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