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An Emotional Threat
Final work:
Lover-bird, listen to the tides.
The pebbles chafe and shake and rattlesnake dance.
Nothing is final, not even this love.
Mountain top rock formations.
But death. unwrapped chances.
A gift to love you, before creeping laters…
Misspelled addresses, and earthquakes forced us to sea-level-sex — the only stable wavelength is ours to navigate. Coordinates, recommendations, I listen to your electrified little back of the neck hairs.
Are dancing ballet, pointing plie positions.
My garden, little prince with little letters revealed and assigned me to fulfill these buckets I carry too early in the morning, the waters.
What you’re going to do when they come for you?
I don’t care, I swear and whisper…
Come closer.
Draft:
I am finally-ultimately-eventually ready to die.
Just when life started to puzzle up.
Pieces of shit are floating.
I am an overgrown soul in a callused matter. Job-blowing what’s left to suck.
Crawling to success, crawling quite to fuck graciously. Forward falling.
Tapping into my potential, shooting ducks myt luckystrikes.
