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Winterweary
Winterweary bones know nothing but the chill of another year beginning, when everyone knows the last one is still clinging like last year’s dead blossoms on the skeleton of a magnolia, keeping the new blooms from being able to breathe.
Feast
When I am empty, I gorge myself on the remembered tastes of all my lovers. I can bite into the saltsweat of this one’s fear, and breathe in the whiskysmoke of that one’s lust, and fill myself on the feast … Continue reading
Holding My Own
I’ll make sure to remember, while I’m going down with the ship, that you left me with this. I’ll make sure to remember, while I’m rearranging these deck chairs, that you just sat there. I’ll make good goddamn sure I … Continue reading
Baton
Catch me if you can, my hand outstretched, reaching for you even as you run — we do this relay in remembrance of a partnership we once had. When I falter, you will overtake me, and when I fall, you … Continue reading