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moonrise (whole) no.249

hold me down
before i book a flight
to your front door.
(a thought
far too vapid & aimless)

(it’s hard:
i want closure

& a dollar for the bus back home)

pure of heart, sure of aim,
i loved you like the sun.
(i am not even a star)

i am, to you,
songs we’ve exchanged
while wishing life away:
coffee, pie,
sunset views.

i think this time i’m dying.
胸がはち切れそうで
let headlight spirits lead me down the styx.
god,
i want go home.
hades,
your lips my lips,
with the taste of nectar.
(i’ve kissed you before
i didn’t do it right.)
(you know me better than i do,
why didn’t you stop me?)

i think this time i’m dying.
depolute me,
suck the rot out of my bloodstream.
kill me, jerusalem,
i am far stronger than you give me credit for.

i’m shamelessly trying to be tame, i’ll admit it,
fresh-air, nectar,
coffee, pie,

(we’ll never have sex.)


12/20/2022