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Do you believe in your worth

when someone picks you up

from side walks and alleys

and dungeons of guilt?

Is there a way to steer clear

of the singing mermen

with their glistening chests

undoubtedly sprinkled with

laughter and gold?

What age have you reached

where you see and feel

only the froth of the beer

not the rush to your head

even if you’re still an early twenty?

What other words exist

to describe a fallen bird

with a clipped wing and a bleeding eye

and a passion for song?

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Fall through

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Perspective

is that soft suggestive breeze

that utters itself

through the mouth

of a friend

who means no harm

Mind the gap between his

two front teeth

as I lean in to kiss him

out of habit.

A force stronger than

the tickle of a breeze

“The kiss, it’s only in your head, “

whispers the wind,

“Memory is just as suggestive, no?”

No!

Memory trickles down into my skin,

embeds in my nerves,

gets to every tip and follicle

Mind the gap

between his presence and his memory

As you lean in to kiss him,

the fog engulfs and

you fall right through.

Black and mould.

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If I had to see you again

I wouldn’t, simply out of fear.

 

Would we still have it?

That soft fluid burning on a thread

between us

each end tied to the pit of our stomachs.

 

And what if it isn’t there anymore?

I would perish all over again, I would mourn,

I would turn to black and mould.

And then there would be the other questions.

 

Did it take a marriage to forget me or just an afternoon?

Did you have to exorcise my memory and feed them

to your demons?

And where do you keep the carcass?

 

Mine sleeps beside me, snuggled,

as you did,

almost every night.

You stay, I’ll go

your future is a map

endless possibilities,

mine doesn’t have you

it simply ends.

 

i have to find something

i have to find an everyday

a sense, some contentedness

 

no, you will stay, i will go

to feel less rejected i suppose

to feel like you were a stop

on the way…

 

…and on the way

to feeling better

i will pass you by

just passing by

 

Scorpio, Scorpius, Scorpion

  1. Scorpions, belonging to the class Arachnida, are a highly adaptable species. They’re fond of the desert but you can find them in rain forests too. They’re found everywhere but Antarctica, but who, other than the Penguins of Madagascar and their zebra friend, Marty, want to live there anyway?
  2. My Scorpius went off to New York City, he went to meet a potential mate, life partner, whatever. He was here, legs entangled with mine, but then he left.
  3. There are approximately two thousand species of Scorpions and thirty to forty types have a venomous sting. If you factor in the average Scorpion life span, that is 3-8 years then…
  4. The chances of my Scorpius meeting a lady Scorpio with a deathly sting is going to be rare. And so he did, maybe.
  5. Apparently, scientists are baffled as to why Scorpions glow under a certain wavelength of ultra-violet light.
  6. My Scorpius is a magical creature. He knows his science and his food and his making me laugh.
  7. When food is scarce, a Scorpion can slow down it’s metabolism to as low as a third of the typical rate, consequently allowing the being to be able to survive on just about one insect a year if it has to.
  8. My Scorpius can live with close to nothing. What does he need me for. I’m too much of everything, I guess.
  9. Scorpions have two to five pairs of eyes on the sides of their heads.
  10. Has he always been looking around?
  11. A male Scorpion and a his lady friend to be, size each other up. This is in order to evaluate if they are of the same species.
  12. My Scorpius matched birth charts and horoscopes and everything.
  13. Once Scorpions of the opposite sex meet, they engage in a promenade a deux, a dance in which they clasp claws and move around in order to find a suitable place for ejaculation.
  14. My Scorpius, he likes his Bollywood dance, and his lady Scorpio is trained in Bharat Natyam. She’s also a doctor, but what the hell does that matter, right?
  15. To pacify the female, the mating Scorpions may even kiss and share venom.
  16. My Scorpius is a good kisser, when he’s kissing me.
  17. If the dance takes too long, the lady Scorpion is known to get bored and walk away.
  18. Oh but he’s so sensual with his hands and hips. She is going to love him.
  19. Most Scorpion stings are painful but harmless, really.
  20. What about the pain?

Wake

She wakes up

and the shadows are just leave on branches

not the gnarled fingers of the ghosts

or the tails that are whips

that have spikes

 

She wakes up

when she finally falls

from falling and falling

and

falling

and thud

 

She wakes up

all the way

wide open

alert, ready to strike

squints

then collapses

 

She wakes up

somewhere else.

Graze

I would mock those hips

Had you not strung me in,

flung me out.

 

My nails would love to scratch your neck

But your flesh is so close, too close

galaxies or centimeters apart.

 

I can’t stomp when you have me

twirling,

When you your arms are bending me

backward,

 

You can’t hear me cuss

in my head

when I exhale and sweat

and my desire

curtains the dread.