november 10, 2015

this morning the world felt just
a little bit lighter, we stayed
up last night being clever,
rhyming riddles, i noticed
your jawline the way i
used to

still thought about rug burn,
whether the internet helps you
keep tabs on your one-night stands,
whether i’m really so pure,
why i’m so bothered and
where the bottom
actually is

the rose tree died,
dropped a seed in the old soil,
sprouted something

i didn’t really care
about a 34 year-old ecologist
with a mediocre hat on

not all nature metaphors translate

i want the powers of big brother
in 1984/ the kind of bruise i enjoy/
the feeling i got in the winter of
two thousand fourteen


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