inelasticity

this is what i have in my head when i close my eyes: the world spinning faster and faster, us lying stiller and stiller, the inevitability of losing yr gaze. catastrophic bodies in the back of our minds. the mythos of the vegetation deity, assaulting language itself with hardened candle wax sculptures and jack-in-the-box resolutions. i want white noise over everything so we can only speak with our tongues intertwined. i want granite affirmations, sanguine recompense.

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because my tremorous appetite is my undoing everytime, but maybe last night i downed enough whiskey to keep the cold from cutting through to my fingers, to my heart. hypocritical blue skies and wind that bites my teeth; we open jaws on shoulder blades and wink down the fronts of dresses till the moment has passed. pull her out by the heels, fling her to the initiations of the howling skies. i could drown in these enfolding arms but i think i'll shuffle my feet and start to dance instead.



fuck your face party: