gravity/god
if it were up to me, i’d cut off your head
and put it in my pocket
and I’d breathe in your thoughts whenever i please
and peel off your skin with my teeth
i’d bite a void into your neck
and funnel into where we churn
lung on lung on hair on sweat
into the pool where i swam as a kid
before we even met
before the nipple laden lamp shade
before you are the light of my life
if it were up to me, I’d stay home all day
and dance naked just bcuz
and smoke marlboro reds
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