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christianity is wrong about so many beautiful things. example: sex as sacrament, spoiled, turned into wet wounds in christ’s flanks, glitteringgilded edging, an entire clutch of demonsdevoted to desire, hatched from drippingpomegranates. don’t forget virgins and their besotted unicorns,tamed just…
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It’s 3am when the bot knocks on my door And he looks like a man, but I can tell he’s a bot from the way he stands there Stiff like his body is the ex-girlfriend he had a painful and…
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see: tender, suspended at the tip of arm hairs that never darkened never hearkened or grew the tangle of my father’s muscle the way he mangled through skin under thin bindings, not yet bone: a bicycle wheel, unsteady ecliptic starsign,…
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I unzip you from cave mouthto sex-craved stomach, spillingyour brown flesh coatto the sides. I’m eye to eyewith your teenagethoughts, each stored safeon the shelves of your ribs. I run my fingers along the bonesof bunched-up underwear,an old shower head,…
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Winter: my electric microwave room is turning me into jerky. I lift the fleece sheets and prick my finger on a barb of lightning; I try on a slipper, and static punctures my sole. Back in bed, I watch the ceiling rotate, my head growing lighter as its…